She Who Laughs Last, Laughs Best
I chuckled at his remark, completely unconcerned about what he might have up his nonexistent sleeve. "I have narrowed it down to one of three possibilities," I said, looking at the little green man. "You have called someone to come and help you contain me. This can be so you can either send me to the slave market here, sell me to a private bidder, or use me as leverage. The individual is probably a friend looking to make some easy money; however, you are smart, right?"
"That means that the change for the first scenario is not possible. You would want to flaunt that you have a universal breeder in your grasp, advertise it and bring out the individuals with the most amount of money. After all, I am not cheap."
"You are desperately trying not to say people, aren't you?" chuckled the alien across the table from me as he, too, leaned back in his chair.
"I really am," I admitted with a nod.
"So, do you think it is that one?" he asked.