>You allow yourself to be dragged silently to the warehouse. You're plunged back into darkness for a moment, before the flourescent lights kick in. You find yourself in a long hallway. The guards hustle you along, past a seemingly endless array of doors. Finally, at the end of the hall, you're pushed through a door into what, based on the ones you've seen in holovids, can only be an interrogation room. They sit you down at a table and take up positions opposite, remaining silent, observing you. "Alright, punk," one finally says, "what were you doing performing a copyrighted work in public? What makes you think you have the right to perform works you don't own?"
How do you respond?
Do you ask why they think they have the right to kidnap you
or do you play dumb?