"good mourning To'mec."
"oooowwwww. what happened to my head this time?"
"one of the troglodyte's clubs fell on you."
"by the time I out of here I'll be nothing but a great lump of scar tissue."
"I'm glad you can still share a joke."
"why can't I move my arms?"
"dimensional shackles. if you tried to force them off, it would take a Hundred years and more to do so."
"now comes the sacrifice."
"yes. I was hoping to drug you so you wouldn't feel any thing, but currently were out of forkroot and trollpoppy ."
"splendid."