He must have passed out. Human had no recollection of how he got here, but he was lying on a table in a round room bathed in very bright pea green light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with two other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those red eyes. They were hopelessly conversing in the strange language he had heard earlier.
He was feeling no fear; in fact, he felt nothing. He was just watching everything, like those out-of-body experiences he had read about.
"Crunalanum enoobil," one said. "Mimafyja," another replied. They sympathetically raised up two strange metallic devices above his forehead, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They liquified the forehead, then put it in a small salmon container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his finger, and his artery. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very rattled, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their sweet conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his forehead, finger, and artery were missing. Meanwhile, one of the aliens lightly touched the side of the container, and his body parts were automatically whisked away and out of sight. "Boom," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Legivegua," one urged. "Kogurib," another responded.
"Papyriba?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Cacagap?" "Doolufedoo bujooyety noogasuno." "Bukehyjo." "Todiyyn!"
The most brazen of the aliens then moved immediately to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it conversed, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Ferrari when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Koojesobi," he conversed. "May I have my forehead back? And my finger and artery?"
He realized that there was no language being used to communicate. All were understanding each other without the need to translate.
"They are currently in the lab, being flattened. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting fearlessly."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my finger back," he bragged.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The pea green light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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