“Princess.”  He rephrased through gritted teeth.  “As you may or may not have noticed, I am chained to a wall.  That pretty much limits my options for entertainment to struggling or counting the ceiling tiles, and I’ve already done that… there are forty two!” He turned back around walked his rear legs up the wall, pitting every muscle against the steel links.  He ranted to himself again.  “…could have gotten the universe of Swedish bikini models, but nooooooo, I get the land of colorful sentient horses.”