I start at the disembodied voice, but quickly regain my composure - and my pride.  My hands and neck are tender with damage from the splinters, and my right knee is jarred from the recent fall.  "Pay my respects to Sukumvit?" I cry out, incredulously.  "Fat chance.  Sukumvit is a worm, a fat lowly worm!"<br/><br/>I'm beyond his wrath now.<em>What's the worst he can do,</em>I reason,<em>throw me into Sextrap Dungeon?</em>