"Let's choose to live, to survive, for the future, and let's take the food with us and send Diego and his army to hell!"
"The choice is in your hands!"
"If you want to leave, you can leave now; I absolutely won't stop you."
"But those who stay, I don't want you to discuss these topics anymore, topics about giving up or about compliance!"
"If you want to surrender, want to give up, feel free to leave here at any time."
"I won't hold you back, but I hope you don't say anything discouraging or create panic before leaving."
"Otherwise!" he glanced around, "I will punish you!"
After saying this, he looked at those he trusted in the team, "Go cook the wheat, cook all the wheat, we'll fill our bellies before we leave!"
His colleagues were a bit confused by his sudden decision, "But won't that delay us?"
"Cooking now will take at least thirty to forty minutes..."
