Clone monologues 6

Hello, me.
We have a problem and I have yet to find a solution. It all began yesterday. I had proposed a visit of my wondrous spaceship to Nannia, a barmaid here at the Mies Chemal Tech station. I was making sure to show the full extent of Smithwick's Revenge's facilities to this wide-eyed Intaki elf, while regaling her of my stories about my fights against the rogue drones. The facilities, of course, include my personal cabin, and I obviously intended to practice some pod gym with my guest. But why did I have the stupid idea to give her a peek to my cargohold? Even on my good days, the place is a mess. And guess what we found inside, that scared Nannia out of my metallic love nest ?
People! It's right, there were people in my ship and I was not even aware of it. The ten men were aggressive and even bellicose. I trapped them back before they could overwhelm me and I began to communicate with them once they stopped screaming.
According to them, they have been captured by me ten days ago, and have survived all this time on a diet of raw meat (apparently a live cow had also been captured by me some time ago) and spiced wine. When I asked them to leave my ship and to accept my apologies, they refused. They defined themselves as militants and told me that I'd better not try to modify their way of life, but that recent events had confused them and that they needed time to think about it. They demanded some fresh lettuce and sparkling water. I was happy to oblige, as long as they would stop their recriminations about my evil ways. In such a situation, what would you do, I ask you?
Yes, I did try to sell them discretely on the market. I labelled them "experimental societies singularity thinkers". But I did not even managed to get them past the automatic regulation safeties of the market access software.
If you wake up and they were not destroyed with my ship, try to feed them some fruits and vegetables.