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 red light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with four other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those chocolate brown eyes. They were ruefully 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.
"Phoolulomoom ukudyl," one said. "Melysedoo," another replied. They slowly raised up two strange metallic devices above his nose, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They hardened the nose, then put it in a periwinkle olive drab container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his paw, and his vein. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very relieved, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their obese conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his nose, paw, and vein 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. "Holy smokeroo," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Nunyyunoe," one conversed. "Bucafad," another responded.
"Lynifeci?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Nokyjuc?" "Nolyrupi lacyritoo nycysaboo." "Pibecaboo." "Cinujel!"
The most carefree of the aliens then moved sorrowfully to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it called, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Buick Skylark when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Gabovajo," he barked. "May I have my nose back? And my paw and vein?"
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 delivered. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting gently."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my paw back," he moaned.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The red light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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