NARRATOR: On the Bridge, the uppermost deck of Soulward Honor's Conning Tower...
SRABBEN: Have you come to make good on your threat? Are you going to flay the coat from my back?
PERI: I didn't bring my flail.
PERI: But if you can't disrobe under your own power, I can improvise.
SRABBEN: That's not how flaying even works.
PERI: Really?
ENNESBY: He's right. Flails aren't for flaying. You need a scourge.
SRABBEN: Hmph. You're no marshal. You're even greener than that wilted parasite on your --
VFX: FLAIL
ENNESBY: Never mind. You won't be needing a scourge.
NARRATOR: Aboard Maxim 39...
ENNESBY: Fling, flay, fly, and flail, and at least one flip.
KEVYN: Best response yet to one of your grammar lessons.