Listen, I’m sorry you lost your King and all, but I don’t see what that has to do with me. Why can’t you just get a new King? Why go to all this trouble? Kidnapping me and tying me up isn’t not going to bring this guy back. What does your King want with my body, anyhow? Shouldn’t you find a better one? Younger, healthier? Hey. Listen, sport: your King can’t have my body, I’m still using it. Chant all you want, you can’t… okay, what’s the knife for? That looks sharp, let’s be careful there, okay, friend? Seriously, now.