The door flies open and the biggest damn Mick you have ever seen.......dressed rather oddly in a thong with Greek symbols running down the ........... you get the idea.......comes running out.........quick as a flash he pulls this giant spud out of his back pocket..........you get the idea..........and hurls it mightily at the ogre cathing it between the eyes........the creature faints dead away either from the concussion or the smell, testing will determine which........

There you go, FAIR ONE, let me get you out of those chains...........wait, let me think this through..........Never have gone for the whips and chains thing but this is .............. Never mind, Mick breaks the chains, but saves them for later......LOL. Come on, good lookin', let's go try some of that wine. Do you think they still have the vile black stuff, though..........you know just in case????