When I find out who slipped a mickey into my scotch and dropped me off where ever the hell this place is, I'm going to make your life a living hell and kick seven shades of shit out of you! And whichever one of you bastards shot me with a tranquilizer and stole my gun is next on the list!
It's like bloody Star Trek in here with this weird little computer. The guard said if I type on it, then there's other folk out there who can respond. Right then! Someone bloody well better respond and tell me where I really am, not this bollocks about being brought through a vortex!