That was the captain's voice if I wasn't mistaken.
"He's prepared food for you. I hope it'll be what you imagined."
I frowned at him. "I didn't imagine anything. It's not like I planned to be abducted. I guess I should be happy you're feeding me at all."
"Of course we're feeding you," he replied, clearly offended at the thought of letting me starve. "It's what good abductors do. We're going to look after you from now on. Whatever you want, just tell us and we'll make sure you get it."
"Really? Whatever I want?"
He grimaced. "Within reason. If you want a lavva fruit or a tribitt, that's doable. If you want a bigger spaceship or a weapon of mass destruction, it would be less likely that we can fulfil your wish."
"What's a tribitt? My translator didn't get that one."
"A furry, long-ear
