Thomas: hrrgh

Zircon: Stop it.

Zircon: [[See? Troublesome.]]

Zircon: [[Now, I have a proposition for you, human.]]

Zircon: [[We can do this one of two ways. The first, I perform routine tests on you, wipe all of your memories of my ship and myself, and unceremoniously dump your gangly carcass into the hovel you call “home”.]]

Thomas: .. what’s the second option?

Zircon: [[I give you a night to remember~]]