>>6061705The others see your predicament
>did he just suck up his own vomit?>Oh my gosh. >Marcie, i need you to get some bottles of water. Here's a key to the food stores. Guys, can you help me move him out of his filth. He's pretty sick.>he gonna bite us.>it's just food poisoning, and probably dehydration. Definitely dehydration now. Do you guys smell that resin smell?>he was fixing something earlier.>and no ventilation. Mike, you're gonna be alright. You had a bad run in with fortune, but she was only teasing you.You're not sure what they're getting at, or how this plastic man can talk to you. He doesn't even seem to understand Human concepts like consuming water, and to prove how out of touch he is, he offers you a whole bottle of the stuff, asking if you can drink it. He must be from Mars.
A space person, in a space mask.
You double over, and try to get rid of the rest of the foam and mud in your stomach.
Your shoes are unharmed. They even set them ontop of a box for you to see, and it reassures you. If it weren't so cold in here you'd feel more like moving, but, there's hardly room enough to move already. You have a shirt on that must be eighty feet thick, you've pinched it between your fingers just to be sure.
The space man keeps pointing with his fingers towards the ceiling, clearly indicating that things will go up in space eventually.
He sends his spearmen to the walls to greet the locals.
>can you sleep? Can you drink? Can you hear me? [You're gonna be ok Mike]
The locals are getting really loud.
