"Oh, you won't be going to school..." the doctor says with a sinister grin. He has an electronic device in his hand which you recognize as an electric cattle prod or something very like it.
You back away.
"You see," the doctor explains, "this isn't really a research facility, it's a gourmet acquistion project. We can't take humans off the street, but once they voluntarily have relinquished their humanity, well that's another story. Ghotoans are especially prized by the Xanderians for their delicate taste as well as conveying their powers to the one who eats them. When you wake up you'll be getting sliced at a very exclusive sushi bar!" He lunges toward you.
You concentrate on escaping and slip between the molecules in the floor, you can hear the doctor stomping and cursing in the room above you. You look around, and see crates filled with aliens. You realize these are former humans who have already been transformed for the Xanderians horrific catering program.