[Realizing they could well be in it for the long haul, Tuco lets out a hard sigh and sets himself down, frustrated. The walls are still undulating, and worse, he knows he's high. It leaves him feeling worse than useless.
He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes for a moment, before sliding his hands down so he's peering up between his fingers.]
Arqueólogo, [he says, calling up to Belloq.] This is where you supposed to be king. Talk, huh? What the hell is it supposed to be?
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He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes for a moment, before sliding his hands down so he's peering up between his fingers.]
Arqueólogo, [he says, calling up to Belloq.] This is where you supposed to be king. Talk, huh? What the hell is it supposed to be?