The armored man remained, but he was terrible company—he didn’t speak my language, and all he did was thrash around from time to time. I was so relieved when he finally got hold of some kind of cutting device and sliced his way out of me. Of course it hurt, but at least now I’ll have some peace around here. I’m going to rest up for a few thousand rotations, and then work up the energy to get myself off this annoying planet. — Oh, wait. The armored man is back, and he’s brought a friend. I only hope this conversation goes better than the last one.
