We are but eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen-and-a-half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us. Oooh. It is a lonely life: bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear.
Oh, wicked, wicked Zoot. Oh, she is a naughty person and she must pay the penalty, and here in Castle Anthrax, we have but one punishment for setting alight the grail-shaped beacon: you must tie her down on a bed and spank her.
A spanking! A spanking! You must spank her well, and after you have spanked her, you may deal with her as you like, and then, spank me.
And spank me.
And me.
And me.
Yes. Yes, you must give us all a good spanking!