Shit. [man there is a long story here, can he tell it while he's dangling head and arms out of the stocks?] You sure are a sight for sore eyes. This is...whatever I put on this morning, I don't even remember.

[it's one of the t-shirts Sanji brought him, though bent at this angle no one can see the ridiculous slogan on the front]

Seriously, though, can you pick the lock or something? I wanna get out of this, this is no place to take a nap.