Rather than arguing with the computer, I was hoping I could hear a few stories about your homeworld.
That's what the humans wanted after they discovered me as a stowaway.
They were going to provide a comfortable room designed for my needs. Any reasonable request would be granted. All I had to do was stay put and tell them the history and stories of my people.
Can you imagine anything worse than recounting the great deeds of others while being kept from doing any of your own? Then they wondered why I kept escaping.