“Boris! Finally, can you please get these ladies off of me? I know that you blokes don’t have any hands at all, but my fingers can only take so much.” The armoured bug-horse seemed to be hesitant, but still he approached. The four creatures who had enslaved him for massages first looked up grumpily and then saw Boris. The resulting scramble to get off him took only a few short seconds, even the one who had claimed his lap bolted up without complaint.