[dogscoff]

Rags, hang on in there, we're coming to rescue you from the constant and hideous torment you endure.

Well, actually, we're just going to have some lunch first, and then maybe a quick pint, and then we'll be off.

*Dogscoff orders a large ewok steak and a pint, offering a toast to the forthcoming heroic rescue of rags, who even now laguishes in unspeakable pain.