Oh, the poor dears! Seven desperate men in durance vile! Shackles on the walls, crowded conditions, horrible stenches, and little likelihood of speedy parole.
At this point Gus had better assert himself quickly, or find himself riding pillion with Flarq as stallion, if you take my meaning.
Your pardon, I feel an attack of the vapours coming on.
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