[What is happening... did he do something wrong to deserve this? Sousei has no idea.[

I...see. Do you work some sort of law enforcement here, then?

[It's sort of like watching a train wreck; no matter how bad it gets, he just can't stop asking.]

...And I was searching for something. It does not matter anymore. I don't think that it is here. [Things not on the top of Sousei's to do list: tell a blue and purple alien that he was looking for his best friend in a trash can.]