He must have passed out. Wes had no recollection of how he got here, but he was lying on a table in a round room bathed in very bright metallic red light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with nine other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those teal eyes. They were gleefully 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.
"Frulidybap icookib," one said. "Gikojula," another replied. They thankfully raised up two strange metallic devices above his buttocks, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They decontaminated the buttocks, then put it in a crusty tan container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his big toe, and his cheek. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very tickled, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their dignified conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his buttocks, big toe, and cheek 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. "Bless you," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Kigoofyboa," one warbled. "Kadusap," another responded.
"Pybooyade?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Ledirup?" "Cadecegi cabayegy pibisygi." "Madesodi." "Cineyyc!"
The most queer of the aliens then moved swiftly to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it vowed, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Camaro when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Ponuyooji," he chuckled. "May I have my buttocks back? And my big toe and cheek?"
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 rolled. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting sourly."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my big toe back," he professed.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The metallic red light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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