Narrator: Somewhere in the bowels of the buuthandi, a prisoner has escaped. . .
Narrator: He wanders the halls looking for a way to get free of the giant Dyson sphere, hoping also to find the true purpose behind its creation.
Haban II: (thinking) Shut up. You're going to get us caught. Haban II (Doyt): I didn't say anything.
Haban II: You there. Narrator-guy. Can the chatter.
Narrator: Sorry! Shutting up. . .
F'sherl Guard: Halt! Who goes there?