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 pink light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with six other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those ivory eyes. They were jokingly 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.
"Prygoobajol ojibil," one said. "Cotizokoo," another replied. They viciously raised up two strange metallic devices above his spinal cord, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They shredded the spinal cord, then put it in a used magenta container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his knuckle, and his aorta. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very scared, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their sinister conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his spinal cord, knuckle, and aorta 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. "Buzzards," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Loopijytye," one stammered. "Dyjyrak," another responded.
"Nybusonu?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Pepusic?" "Pylacybo cakizaga gigafide." "Delafajoo." "Tedyfap!"
The most colorless of the aliens then moved madly 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 Chevy Camaro when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Nebagonu," he screeched. "May I have my spinal cord back? And my knuckle and aorta?"
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 stained. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting carefully."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my knuckle back," he boasted.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The pink light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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