"Hrmmmmffrerrrrrrm. Plplplplpl."
The sounds oozed into Joe's groggy ears.
"Flrrrrrrrrmm. Flaherrrrrrrg."
"Hfllllm."
Joe blinked. His arms were frozen.
Several possibilities flashed within Joe's mind. Truthfully, "slowly rotated within his mind" might be the better expression. Joe's mind wasn't working quite as fast as it usually did. Not that Joe's mind was ever the Carl Lewis of minds in the first place.
Anyway, back to the rotation business:
- Possibility 1: Joe was on board the orange leprechaun's ship - no, wait, the orange alien's ship - and Joe's arms were frozen because little orange men preferred them over miniature cocktail weenies.
- Possibility 2: Joe was on board the orange alien's ship, and his arms weren't in fact frozen, but simply felt that way because they had already been amputated and eaten at the aforementioned hypothetical little orange man cocktail party.
- Possibility 3: Something else had happened, completely bizarre and entirely beyond Joe's grasp.
Joe settled on number three.
He tried to keep his eyes closed. Joe had a bad feeling that the conversation was about him.
"Flllllrrr. Joe. Grmmmmmlg."
"Hzzzaaaaaerrrrglll. Flz? Joe Flllezzzrrr?"
"Joe flllerrrr ghmmrrr. Oh, I see that you're awake."
Damn eyes, Joe thought. They wouldn't stay still.
He opened them.
To his right were not two, but three little orange men. They were standing in front of what looked like a control panel - or a dashboard. One of the men was holding a map.
The orange man that had introduced himself to Joe earlier in the park stepped towards him.
"You don't happen to know which way planet Hfllllm is from here, do you?"
Great, Joe thought. Abducted and lost.
