* I can dance decently, though I don't know anything about rituals. . .
[ You laugh awkwardly, still picking at your hands. You may have made a mistake.]
* Uh. . . What type of plan exactly?
[ You're in too deep. You feel like you're about to see or hear something horrific. You fidget with your nails.]
* I don't need help, I think. . .
Hmmmm... Yes, well, I suppose That can Be Helped... Fortunately, I have Just The Plan! Yes, though it Is Not Yet Complete. It just needs a Few More Parts, as they Say!
[ You're surprised that worked. You awkwardly pop your eye back in.]
* No no, I'm not anymore. I spent a lot of time trying to get a fleshy body of my own!
[ You point towards the scars on your face, pretending to be proud.]
* Oh! No, uh. . .
[ You pop your prosthetic eye out of your socket and hold it up for the strange thing in front of you to look.]
* I'm having trouble keeping myself together and stuff, so I think you might have to find someone else . . .
Noooo? Not even a little bit of a lung ? Or Perhaps a Piece of a Liver ? I suppose I do Have Enough Of Them, but you Never Know when you could Need More!
* Oh. . .
[ You awkwardly clear your throat. You realize you're the only person around. ]
* I don't think I'm a good candidate my organs probably aren't that good.