[Directive 001; Video]
[The picture fizzles and a man in his thirties appears, peering at his device with a deep, penetrating glare. It might be a bit familiar if you've ever been on the end of it before. His voice is a deep, rumbling baritone - and with a very slight, almost undetectable flange.]
I demand to be returned to Nautilus at once. I have business there and this unfortunate, maddening side trip is rather detrimental to both my long-term plans and the long-term survival of whomever thought it entertaining to snatch me from my new home. I have had enough of these side-trips and distractions.
Now. I believe that someone owes me an explanation.