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Chapta 70 minus 67
Hans stared at the door as it opened. A man in a large green suit with lots of weird stars walked in. Hans was terrified of what might happen.
"Ah, I see you are doing okay." said the man.
"..." Hans said.
"You must not be from Earth. It's understandable that you wouldn't talk in our tongue."
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU REPLACE MY ARM WITH A STICK?!?" shouted Hans.
The man recoiled from the shock of hearing Hans speak English.
"Umm... Uhhh... You were dying. You had been hit by a car. We tried to save your arm. We had the technology. We had the resources. But... we're kind of on a low budget, so we had to subsitute a stick and some ultra-strength Elmer's glue."
"I CAN'T LIVE WITH A STICK FOR AN ARM, YOU ASSHOLE! IT'S A STICK! LOOK AT IT!" Hans waved his stick in fury.
"I'm sorry, but it was the best we could do under the circumstances." replied the man.
"Where am I?! Let me outta here! I DEMAND to be let out!"
"You are in Area 51, the secret United States air base in Nevada. You cannot be released. You must stay here so our scientists can do tests on you."
"SCIENTISTS?!" Hans knew what that meant. He didn't want to be a fuzzle to these mammals! He had to escape! He poked the man in the eye with his stick and ran out the door. The corridors were long an winding, and he could hear people chasing him in the corridors far behind him. Hans wasn't built for this kind of sprinting. He was a fat, lazy bastard! Not a skinny lazy bastard! His breathing came in long gasps, and he had a sharp pain in his side. Hans looked at his stomach.
"Oh, so THAT'S why it hurts!" he told himself. He had been inadvertantly poking his side with his stick while he was running. Hans saw a door ahead. He ran to it, careful not to poke himself this time. He opened the door, and in front of him was a vast room... filled with armed guards.
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