[Undeterred, Holmes plucks at one of the offending slants.]

The female body and the male body does not excite me. Cocaine, certainly. A mystery? Even more so. You are, alas, little more than a package of facts enveloped in a fleshy container. Perish the thought of you arousing an appetite that is nonexistent.

[So reassuring. At least he pulls one of the slants up, so a leg can slip out.]

You cannot free yourself if you continue to squirm as you are, Archer. Or shall I allow you to exhaust this option until you grudgingly seek aid?