[She hates -- not seriously, hates hates HATES -- to agree with her, but:] I don't know how I got here, either.
[Scoff.] I'd never give you the satisfaction of playing the poor, defenseless cripple, while you laugh until you bite your own engorged seedflap and bleed to death.
On second thought, maybe I would. It'd be worth it.
[Grr!] And don't backpedal. You never said this was a prison. If you're so damn smart, why don't you tell me where this place is?
Or, even better, why are you still in here? H~mm~? [Taps the device a few times.] I think this might be broken, because I can't hear you making any sense...