Uuffff … . Mera beta bhukha hai … .. Mujhe chawal de do … .. Aahhh … Shsshhhh … .Aaah … .Aaahhh … .Lala — — — — –are jaldi...kya hai, sab dunga, pehle mera kam ho jane do … . Hhhmmffff … ..Hhmff … Ssshhhh …Ab mujhe samajh me aya, ke ye harami lala meri maa ka fayda uthake chod raha hai. Mai firvi chup chap dekhta raha, bhala ek baccha tab karta bhi kya …Wo meri maa ko pichhe se chod ta raha, aur kariban 20 min bad … .Lala — — — — -aaah … Mera hone wala hai … .Ssshhh … .Ye … Gaya … M …. The living room was lit by the tree and it provided decent visibility as well as ambience. Snow still fell outside and I was thinking Jully would have to leave soon to avoid much trouble from the snow slowing down buses. Not to mention walking to bus stops. Before I could say this, Jully spoke first. ‘Is that Chinese restaurant we passed on the way here open?’ she inquired. ‘Given that is not a Tuesday and it is after 4, yes,’ I replied. ‘Good.’ I handed Jully a menu and waited as she read it.. .something blobbly and glowing. Not sure what. Has no face, one arm and hand with three fingers, and no legs. It's hovering about a foot above the ground - here in this alley, where it had zapped you away from the oncoming truck.You calm your breathing a bit - trying your best to focus on the current situation. "Sorry...I'm listening," you say, "Mr. Blob." My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me Carl." Carl?" you say questioningly,. “Hello,” he said, waiting for some kind of response. “My name is Schaffer,” he added as he tapped his chest with a gloved finger. “Schaffer.”The aliens looked puzzled, mumbling to each other in a tongue that sounded like a slow-motion cat fight. They dispersed, whatever they had wanted from him, they seemed to have gotten it. Evidence of his own sapience perhaps? He had to keep in mind that they had likely never seen anything like him before, he was just as alien to them as they were to him. He.