“No, they’re here of their own free will.”
You gonna let them leave?
What are you doing with these people?
“Lots. Racing ’em, fighting ’em: anything you can wager on, basically.”
“They don’t know kung fu.”
Why do you know that?
“Well, Billy swung by, and–”
He punched the foreign monks in their foreign dicks?
“–he punched them all in the dicks, yeah. None of them blocked the punches.”
There you go.
“I dosed them.”
–dose them? Of course.