Hey, if it's dinner you want, I know a good joint 'round the back of a Chinese-American fusion bar. My treat--both to you and the new trainee here. [To the little alien, anyone unfamiliar with things but unflinching in the face of a talking "rat" must be an MIB trainee of some kind. And, it must be added, the more the alien talks, the more it's apparent it's adopted quite the Long Island/Jersey accent.] Anything to get me out of here with my neck intact, you know what I mean? It's just me here and I haven't dared escape yet out of fear of being caught--but I've been watching those things, you can bet your ass on that. Even tried to help out those poor bastards in there a couple of times, but I just can't work those whatever they are. [The alien points a little clawed finger at the controls Menzies and the former captive are working on.]
I should be able to help you get out of here, though. I've heard those orange phalluses talking about a backdoor.
[Elsewhere in the ship, a lone Zygon is puttering around, maintaining systems, and generally being dutiful in its actions. It hasn't yet noticed that anything is amiss.]
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Hey, if it's dinner you want, I know a good joint 'round the back of a Chinese-American fusion bar. My treat--both to you and the new trainee here. [To the little alien, anyone unfamiliar with things but unflinching in the face of a talking "rat" must be an MIB trainee of some kind. And, it must be added, the more the alien talks, the more it's apparent it's adopted quite the Long Island/Jersey accent.] Anything to get me out of here with my neck intact, you know what I mean? It's just me here and I haven't dared escape yet out of fear of being caught--but I've been watching those things, you can bet your ass on that. Even tried to help out those poor bastards in there a couple of times, but I just can't work those whatever they are. [The alien points a little clawed finger at the controls Menzies and the former captive are working on.]
I should be able to help you get out of here, though. I've heard those orange phalluses talking about a backdoor.
[Elsewhere in the ship, a lone Zygon is puttering around, maintaining systems, and generally being dutiful in its actions. It hasn't yet noticed that anything is amiss.]