You wake up.
Well. This is new. You're inexplicably in what seems to be a giant cave filled with glowing pinkish-purple crystals. You can't say you're too pleased with the whole situation, to be honest. It's also frikkin' cold in here, though your despised frog pajamas are holding in at least some heat.
Before you can assess your situation further, a spotlight of some kind turns on above you. It seems to search the cave until it finds you and locks on. Moments later, you hear a loudspeaker crackle to life:
The twice-damned humiliating jammies. They will pay for this slight. Well... you still have to wear them. Obviously. But still.
Anyway, the unseen watcher, who sounds like an old, old man, is waiting for your response. What do you say?