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 lavender light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with four other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those beige eyes. They were lamely 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.
"Shabooginom ygeloj," one said. "Mynoocapi," another replied. They coldly raised up two strange metallic devices above his pancreas, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They crushed the pancreas, then put it in a puzzling violet container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his eye, and his hair. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very annoyed, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their vivacious conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his pancreas, eye, and hair 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. "Dang," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Pootuhamao," one emphasized. "Tejezoc," another responded.
"Bukefebe?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Getagyt?" "Coolocede penawyge gupejoce." "Togesyma." "Tagasyn!"
The most hysterical of the aliens then moved numbly to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it sighed, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Ford Bronco when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Teluyoke," he emphasized. "May I have my pancreas back? And my eye and hair?"
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 marked. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting gruffly."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my eye back," he proposed.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The lavender light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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