- [Cynthia and Metella are bound back-to-back and covered with a red substance]
- Cynthia: Untie us right now!
- Marcus: All shhh...
- Mushki: Is that blood?
- Cynthia: No, it's tomato sauce. That idiot started chucking it at us.
- [Metalla squeels angrily into her gag]
- Cynthia: Take Metalla's gag off.
- Marcus: Well, all in good time.
- Mushki: Right. Shall we go in then, sirs. Tonight's dinner is lamb.
- [the men beat a hasty retreat]