Welcome, test prisoner, to the Terra-Three penal science colony. Space criminals, political prisoners, exiled planetary leaders: You’re here because the galaxy needed a place to put you, and this is it. So, who is ready to stay here until they die? Now, you already met one another on the hyperdrive over, so let me introduce myself. I’m Cave Johnson. I’m the warden around here.  Attention, test prisoners attempting to escape through the air ducts. I don’t know what nonsense you learned on TV, but in real life, air ducts just go to the air conditioning unit. It’s also pretty dusty, so if you’ve got asthma, chances are you’re gonna die up there. And we’ll be smelling it for weeks because, again, the air ducts aren’t a secret escape hatch, they’re how we ventilate the facility.  \*clears troat\* This thing on? I’m gonna be brief. Because I’m dying. Because I got shivved. A lot. I just wanna get it on record that using force fields for doors in a space prison is a bad idea. You know what would have been better? Regular doors. With locks. Locks that don’t open when the power goes out. \*cough cough\* Man, those blue force fields looked good, though. Every time I saw one, I thought, “Wow. I am in space.” Still though. A door made out of paper would have been better in the long run. Would have at least slowed ’em down for a second. Anyway. \*cough\* Anybody not escaping or shivving me, get back to work.