Peter turned to look at the monitor behind them all, he was watching and listening, taking it all in. It was hard to believe, they had been chosen? Why were they chosen, and what good could a bunch of teens do. Then the lighting came down, and almost scared Peter half to death, he didn't want to be near it. He held the device in his arms, not sure what it was meant for. "Erm.. Zordon, was it? Zordon.. Shouldn't we alert the human authorities, you know.. The police? They usually handle, and deal with any of these types of situations.. They're much better equip for it. We're just a bunch of kids, after all.. We're not suited for something like this.. We like to mess around, have fun.. Not save the world from some evil beings. You need to find somebody else, Sir" Peter said, trying to find a logical reason for all of this, but nothing came to mind. "What even are the Power Rangers?" He asked, confused. This was all a little crazy sounding. "Can you just send us home, however we got here?"