I got on the radio and tried to be straight with them, at first. The police negotiator, Captain Our, listened politely to my demands, and then, when I was done, just said, "I'm sorry, but those all seem to violate some fundamental law of physics or other, and can, therefore, simply not be met in this universe, at this time. Even if we wanted to."
I got so pissed at that, I started demanding everything I could think of, whether I cared about it or not -- then, got so guilty, I only asked for softball items, just to let the cops have, at least, some success.
"How about more drugs," I said, into the headset I'd taken off the dead pilot. "Lots