where fools rush in ....
Would you mind turning around, please.
Maybe Wragg will buy me and put me into service at Cruxton Abbey?
Hang on just one second. Where is the fine print?
Who? Moi? Hold my tongue, refrain from complaining? Of course, I will hold my tongue. Now, where do I complain about these cuffs? They're cold and too tight. I'm also hungry! And for how long do I have to be naked? Where are we going? What's the hurry?