Armed only with a stolen handgun, DoytHaban must find (or fight) his way off of the buuthandi, a dyson sphere serving as a base for aliens who would probably not let him get away.
(haban) Hey, you two! Which way to the nearest unmasked hypernet node?
Young F'sherl 2:
A Prisoner? Here? I'll tell you nothing!
(haban) Shall we try this again?
Well, given the extenuating circumstances, I think I might just be able to help you.
Meanwhile, in the office of Gasht'g'd'g'tang, Master interrogator...
Master g'tang! Your son has been murdered!
By whom! I'll split his horns myself!
I don't know sir, but whoever it was allowed the human prisoner to escape!
Has it occurred to you that perhaps the human did this on his own?
Impossible, sir. Humans aren't smart enough or strong enough for that.
Finally, you guys are making traditional comic-book villain mistakes.
When I want your opinion i'll mind-rip it out of your shattered skull, thank you.
Meanwhile, Doythaban has reached his objective...
Here's the hypernet relay. Can I go now?
(haban) I don't know. If you were in my shoes, would you trust you not to make a beeline for the nearest security guard?
Is this another one of those questions where one of the answers goes 'blam?'
(haban) Actually, I think that several of your possible answers make that noise.