It was like a Nightmare. He hadn't done anything lately that could give offence to anyone, regardless of species or divinity, but still, here he was. Nowhere near home, and given the surroundings, he probably was nowhere he was supposed to be. Stupid portals that opened up when you weren't looking for them... that's what this was, a plague of his normal run-of-the-mill insanely fucked up luck.
His luck was a nightmare and a plague. He would never die; just loose an eye, his sanity, and any manly dignity he had left to him. Just look at the current situation, he was wandering what had to be the Nevada desert; wearing absolutely nothing- not even his eye patch- and looking at was most definitely not a spaceship. Nope. No big penis shaped yellow rockets here, no siriee. And no rocket meant that he wasn't on Area fifty one, witch is why a there wasn't a bunch of guys coming at him with rifles, although they did seem to be missing any sort of uniform...
No they had no uniform because they weren't there and nether was he, and he was just on his way to get the orange juice out of the fridge, where no giant portal had sucked him up.
He was definitely going to have to sit down with the PTB for a little heart-to-deadly implement when he got back.