You definately are not one to take that kind of disrespect.
Especially one that's dressed like frikkin George of the Jungle.
So, what else can you do, you wake up and squirm and struggle
like you always do. Before you open your eyes, you thrash about,
and realize you're not tied down. You regain your stance ...
momentarily. Then you open your eyes. As you look around you
see a whole bunch of tomboyish girls. There're all staring at you.
"They'll get him too"
"Think he can help us?"
"Course not"
All sorts of whispers go around, and before you can tell them you
know they're talking, you are tackled from behind and some sort
of potion is poured in your throat.