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 camouflage light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with four other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those polka dotted eyes. They were hopefully 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.
"Frynucumid ilepek," one said. "Mookoohinoo," another replied. They courageously raised up two strange metallic devices above his ear, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They flattened the ear, then put it in a stolen navy blue container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his ankle, and his nose. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very flabbergasted, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their brash conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his ear, ankle, and nose 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. "Ahem," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Mooboosalyu," one inquired. "Kecoogoot," another responded.
"Ganejini?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Jukezyg?" "Kumigyme pekayucy copyyyty." "Gecoojagu." "Pooloogyt!"
The most witty of the aliens then moved madly to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it screeched, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your ox cart when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Noogusobi," he boomed. "May I have my ear back? And my ankle and nose?"
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 replaced. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting firmly."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my ankle back," he asked.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The camouflage light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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