Will was just starting to relax, leaning up against the wall, when King Kong Borr reached his mighty hand out and yanked him inside by the collar, nearly strangling him in the process.

Oh, nargles! Now we're in for it. Will thought with a sigh, coughing as he tried to recover. He looked to Kingston; the sticking of the Borr and subsequent sleep charm had been his fault, really, so he waited for him to start explaining. This had better be good. I hope you brought your tapshoes, Kingston, because you'd better start dancing fast-- or we're both dead. he thought, groaning inwardly.