"The prince is the masked man's enemy, not Inigo's," Autor points out. "It wouldn't do to have the main antagonist killed off by a side character."

Vizzini taunts the masked man with Buttercup's life, given that he holds a dagger at her throat. The masked man proposes a battle of wits, which Vizzini accepts, sheathing the dagger.

The man in black approaches the table and uncorks a small vial. "Inhale this, but do not touch," he says, to which Vizzini says he smells nothing. "What you do not smell is called iocaine powder. It is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is one of the more deadly poisons known to man."

"I bet he poisoned him on the inhale," Autor says, grinning.

The masked man takes the two goblets of wine and turns away with them. He turns back and instructs Vizzini to pick one to drink.

"But it's so simple," Vizzini says, pointing at him. "All I have to do is divine what I know of you. Are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he is given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you."

He gestures to the wine. "But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me!"

"You've made your decision, then?" the masked man asks.

"Not remotely! Because iocaine comes from Australia!"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Autor says, furrowing his brow.