I go

"I must go now," thou sayest. "There art no room in this world for one who hath alreadeigh chosen to wear shoes inside ye home of a stranger."

"Yes, this I know," ye Great Wizard sayeth. "But thou shallest be free of this burden when sent to a world where no such decision hath been made, but thou hast ye knowledge of what would happen if thou did."

"Yes, this I know," thou sayest back, mirroring his owne words in a charming and endearing bit of dialogueth.

Ye Wizard doth totally get it and thee both share a knowing glance and a fist bumpe. A fist bumpe with ye Great Wizard! "I art never washing this hande again" thou sayest. Ye wizard thinketh this art totally cool.

Ye Wizard standeth back and waveth his staff...