"Hello, buddy, new here?" A voice rang out from behind. "Welcome to Dahe Base!"
Paul Adams turned around, startled, and asked the short, chubby middle-aged man of the same skin color as him, who had somehow appeared behind him, "Who are you? Where is this? How did I end up here? What is Dahe Base?"
"You should be asking: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I headed?" The short, chubby white man laughed eerily, in the way a lunatic might. "You're truly lucky to have arrived here directly. Dahe Base is, of course, right here."
"Who are you?" Paul Adams asked again. "Why am I here?"
"You ask too many questions!" The short, chubby white man suddenly became angry. "You shouldn't ask so many questions! You shouldn't ask so many! You're already lucky enough to have arrived here directly..."
