The blue-arms and the orange suit had left. I wasn't alone in this closeway. This closeway trapped me out because I did not have the ability to open what seemed to be called a "door". I had to long fingers, with raw meat for them; to fragile to try to get in and to long, also.



I got up. I was in the same closeway I started in. Apparently, there was this machine. It went up and down by the pushing of a button. It seemed entertaining; the jump of the ride up and the fall of the ride down. I walked into the pusher machine, and I pressed a button. Who knew what it was for?



I was enclosed in a box when two doors sled open. There, to my downside, I saw a blue-arms dead.



But I wanted to kill him! After all, all I did was scavenge for food on my planet when I was kidnapped by the green-arms! Kidnapping was killing ones insides. They made us this way. This ugly appearance, our violent mind. Back at home it was the greasier the better!



I fed off what was left of his insides. Enough to feed me till I found an egghead station.