Awaking from an unwelcomed twinkle, my wrists, ankles and neck were strapped down with strips of werpi (Earth's leather).
My head was unable to survey my surroundings other than a ceiling that had an obvious mold problem.
Breathing burned, it wasn't like the nitrogen I had survived off of my entire life.
Running through a self-analysis, I touched each fingertip to my thumb.
Four fingers, one thumb!
I was missing some digits.
Mustering the strength to yell resulted in a whimper, a human whimper.
The door flew opened and I was surrounded by human beings, each uniquely different but all with the same confounded look was plastered on their faces.
The grey haired human man poked me, "What are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here?"
The room fell silent except for my labored breathing.
I countered with, "Why are you here? Why are you treating me as prisoner? Who do you work for?"
The humans looked at one another with confusion and began scribbling notes with their fancy pens.
The older human began a quiz for me, "Who is the President on the Five dollar bill?"
Without hesitation I murmured, "Abraham Lincoln."
More scribbling ensued.
"How about you complete this very common phrase, 'Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of…"
Instantly the words leapt from my mouth, "Happiness."
Scribble, scribble, scribble.
Last one from the old human, "What is a Quibly and how many are on Earth?"
A slight hesitation ensued, "A Quibly? I think you should be the one strapped down here, not me."
Things changed drastically after that comment.