168 Too Stupid to Live

"What took you so long?" demanded Commander Xalax as soon as I answered his call.

"I was washing my hair," I replied with a shrug.

"It doesn't look wet to me," he sneered back, looking at my hair that was pulled back into a messy bun.

"I dried it," I answered with a sneer of my own. Cracking my neck back and forth, I looked at the lizard alien in front of me. I couldn't look at him without remembering all of the guards that had held me down for the scientists to do their experiments. Taking in a deep breath, I reveled in the fact that I could feel both of my lungs inflating.

Should I blame an entire species for what a small percentage of them did to me? Probably not. It would probably make me the villain in their stories.

But ask me if I cared.

Next time, maybe they will think twice about who they abducted from their home.