-= Locked up! =-

You remove the blindfold and look around the dark cell. The only light is that
which filters in around the ill-fitting steel door. Apart from the metal door
(which you heard the aliens lock), the only other visible exit is the usual
wire grill that no doubt accesses the obligatory network of ridiculously over-
sized ventilation shafts.
As your eyes grow accustomed to the stench of your prison (due largely to your
own sweaty attire), you observe a large red button on the wall close to the
grill. A small plaque beneath the button reads, "Room service".
You can hear faint hissing coming from the corridor on the other side of the
door. It souns like, "So much for that shit-kicker".