[Frederick II awakens this morning in what is definately NOT his apartments at Potsdam next to a woman who is definatley not his wife. His wife is miles away in her own residence as always. But then where was he....? Not wanting to panic until he knows exactly what he's panicking about, he slowly slides out of the bed to have a look around. And what strange clothes they're both wearing. And there were all sorts of strange things in the room too. The most fascinating to him are the tiny portraits of himself and the mystery woman. The detail on them was exquisite, even if the choice in subject was strange. Well, he'd learn nothing this way. Returning to the bed, he very gently shook the woman's shoulder.]
Wake up, dear lady. For either you are a fellow victim in this tasteless jest or else you owe me quite the explanation....
[Later, on the phones, this newcomer's voice sounds surprisingly calm and collected:]
Now how did she say the blasted thing worked...? Ah, there we go. Can anyone hear me? I was told that this device would allow me to speak to my fellow prisoners.
I am Frederick the Second, of Prussia. Dispensing with formality, I wish to speak with whomever is organizing the resistance here.