[ Couldn't get a clearer 'yes' than that. Arthur puts a hand over his face, knuckles against his forehead, and a moment later he starts to laugh quietly through his nose. It's just hoarse breath, a laugh of 'god, is this real life?'.

Arthur, Crichton, Steve, Jeff, Smith... and who knows how many others, both before and after being kidnapped-- why does this keep happening? Does the Captain just get off on people's power being taken away from them?

He stops himself laughing. If you can call it laughing. It's just his lungs moving, forcing sparodic air out of him. ]

Of course. Right. I-I'm sorry, I... that was inappropriate, but I... o-of all the patterns, I never thought I'd see that one.

[ This sucks.

Arthur's hand falls from his face, and he begins to sort of mime, in the air, as he thinks Steve's suggestion over. ]

I think... if we surprised him. He doesn't know you've told me yet. God, I- I wish I had my eyes, I was never a prize fighter but I could at least throw a punch or two.

[ Yes, this is coming from the guy who looks like he was a coma patient for a month. ]