*strugglign with ropes*
Mmis mig no mag to meat a mingfishmun.
Interprited: This is no way to treat a englishman.
Mn Mngfishman, magter
Interprited: An englishman, rather
*the celler door bangs open*
Magrasm Moosey! Momph mak?
Interprited: Morning Rossa. What's that?
Oh thank you so much! *excerrsiing jaw* Much better...um...why did you just do that? Please, no, don't tell me. My charm and carisma over came yoiu and you had to come and...look, um, I might mention I have a wife. *gets a good ol' slap* Oh, now that hurt...Um, good bye.
*celler door closes*
So, the elegant Rossa came and ungagged me because I was making irritating her with my squeaking...fine...joy...fine. Um. Fine.
If only she'd untied me too...never mind, we'll make to with what we've got, hey...*screams*