It's the thought that counts....

Well, thanks, Sir Craig. Although, you should not be so eager to promise a rescue. I know how much you drink. A bunch of fumbling drunk men trying to save me might just piss my attacker off just enough to pistol whip me or drag me around by the hair - which, to me, is worse than death. It's the thought that counts, though. Right? Unless I am dead...or have bleeding bald patches in my scalp.