." The fat bare-chested monk sighed. "Fine. Wewill do this to make him stop screaming." SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!" I yelled to the air of...mptiness. No one knows what actually happened to me."Shut up. We'll change our looks for you so stop yelling at us," A tallman in blue robe tapped the fishing pole on his hand.Still staring in fear, I nodded slowly.POOF!A cloud of smoke enveloped the five of them. As the smoke faded, theylooked different. The three men who had looked terrifying. Like Salman Rushdie, he’s been in hiding for years—confronted with frequent death threats. Instead of terrorists, it’s members of a discredited faction of the CIA who’s after him. This man travelled further from the Earth than any other human, by several orders of magnitude. He’s just returned from a trip to the site of his disappearance, two years ago, and he’s here to explain what he’s learned about the aliens who rescued him. Ladies and gentleman, allow me to reintroduce you to Eric Morgan,. He threw a box of condoms at me and said, "don't be silly, cover that willy."I thanked him and started covertly pinching my thigh. "Why do you keep changing colors?" I asked."Every time someone in the world mentions one of my ancestors my fur changes color, and you can stop that. You're not dreaming. If you try to wake yourself up when you're not dreaming, you'll just look stupid."This fucking cat was actually reading my mind and continually changing colors about every thirty seconds.I tried to. Smirking, I remained silent. “You’re going to free them?” the woman gasped finally.“They’re already free. They are just pretending to belong to me, and I only have papers saying that they belong to me to protect them,” I explained. “If anyone else learns about it, we could be attacked or possibly arrested,” I warned.“Oh, no, look what I did to you,” the woman wailed.“Sit,” I growled again when she stood.“You should go to Omaha,” the man suggested excitedly.“Why Omaha?” I asked, my curiosity.