What happened? I was nowhere near the Pool of Tears, so it can't have brought me here. And I can think of no place where one is accosted by suits of armor.
I've found that many of your accounts of history do not coincide with my own. I find this troubling, but also somewhat intriguing.
I'm thinking about compiling a report. If you could list the current date and your place of origin, it would be quite helpful. Even more so if you could tell me the year it is, anno domini.
Right. Might as well follow my esteemed if somewhat idiotic captain's lead. I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy. If you have any medical problems, feel free to contact me. I'd hardly trust any of the automatons they call citizens around here with changing a light bulb, let alone diagnosing a medical condition.
And try to take anything Jim says with a grain of salt. He was dropped on his head as a child. Tragic really.
I have no idea what the fuck is going on here, but this is not where I'm supposed to be, and I am not taking the blame for this shit if I they get pissed at me again. Just what's going on here, and how is this going on? There is going to be hell to pay if I don't get back to my next assignment.
¿Qué en el infierno? Caballeros. Estatuas metálicas caminantes. De caballeros. ¿Por qué no pude dolerlos? Yo no quiero esto. Yo no quiero esto en todo. Los pedazos estúpidos de basura para ponerme en una célula.
Someone better start giving me some answers and quick.
[OOC: English translation:] What in the hell? Knights. Walking metal statues. Of knights. Why wasn't I able to hurt them? I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Stupid pieces of garbage putting me in a cell.