“I think I have a fever.”
“Where are we going? It’s dark out.”
“I think my leg is broken.”
“Are you sucking your thumb?”
“You aren’t going anywhere. Lay back down.”
“You’re bleeding! Hold on, I’ll get a first aid kit.”
“Okay, we don’t have a first aid kit, but I have duct tape, thread, a sewing needle, and rubbing alcohol. Hold still.”
“Who exactly tied you to the bed?”
“I think I’m going to puke.”
“Can you untie me please?”
“What do you want from me? Let me go!”
“Okay, you caught me, good job, so what are you planning to do about it?”
“Well, I could just let these documents about you slip onto the internet, for everyone to see. I’m sure the government wouldn’t have any interest at all in your powers. Heh. Or, you could wise up and do exactly as I tell you.”
“Of course I killed them, and I’d do it again! What are you going to do about it?”
“If you ever want to see your friend again, you will follow every instruction I give you.”
“Wow, you can’t even stand up straight. How much did you drink?”
“I’m not *hic* drunk. I’mmm fiiinnnee. OW! Who put the floor there?”
“You sick monster! Let me leave or I’ll...is that a real gun?”
“I...I’m sorry, who are you again? I don’t remember...”