"What did you know?"
"We knew what we were—for. Our—reason. We knew what we were created to do—here."
"How many of you were there?"
"Ten of—us."
"You said, 'created to do here.' Where do you come from?"
"There."
"Where is there?"
At this point the man or the creature, or whatever you wanted to call him, pointed upward.
At this point, Cantrell, another of the interrogation group, turned away in disgust. "A kook! A kook with a religious compulsion. A character, and we got called out of bed to—"
"—to get you ready to be destroyed," the creature cut in.