Looking up, he noticed the massive woman, and he screeched.
“Ogre! Ogre! Ogre! Ogre!”
He skidded to a stand and ran down the hallway, nestling behind a pillar.
“Big Bertha visualised!”
He caught her gaze, indifferent to the man beside her, and replied,
“Ultimate Public Speaker now turned Ultimate Coward whoops bye! Sorry for stepping foot in your swamp madam!”
Evlo legged it again. Skidded against the highly polished floor. Thudded once more.
In resignation, he raised his hand. “Bertha if this really is your place then you should stop cleaning the floors so damn well. That’s why I brought mud. Yes! That was the plan! I brought mud in here to make things less clean!”
His hand fell. “Because I really, really hate polished floors! They remind me of ice rinks and, the last time I was at an ice rink, I couldn’t even stand on the ice! Everyone kept laughing at me! I’m sorry if you would have been okay with that, Bertha, but it seriously hurt me! So now I say no to polished floors! I now campaign for no polished floors!
“. . . Sorry for invading your swamp, Bertha. I’ll leave now. I swear.”