— Wow, you're finally awake...Morning pumpkin. You know, listening to you snore wasn't a huge pleasure.

A bluish-pale hologram of Handsome Jack's face was right in front of your face. Frightened, you fall off the bed and point your gun at him.

— You're pointing a gun at me?!

Jack spoke loudly and came to his senses that a gun was useless against him.

— Huh, can this thing even shoot? Did you pick it up from the rubbish bin? Hah! Damn it. As expected of the people of Pandora.