"Oh it's been a nightmare. We called the CSM over for a bit of a chat about some stuff that we might have totally fucked up a bit. They got really angry and threw their Quafe underpants we gave them into the atmosphere scrubbers. Ever since then we've been getting this peculiar gas polluting the Captain's Quarters decks and triggering the door safety seals. We just can't be certain what the effect of inhaling vapourised CSM underpants particles is."


Your response:

• "So? Can't you fix it?"
• "What is a CSM?"
• "What stuff did you 'totally fuck up a bit'?"
• "I'm not frightened of anything Trebor has had in his trousers. Let me out."

or:

• Hang up.