Distant shouts, even as everyone else but a single body was gone. A few figures, all semi-cloaked arrived on the scene. "Whoah. Look what I found it's-"
"-Don't say it Joe, you know how I am about dead Humans-" the second figure sniffled loudly and then began to dab at their eyes. "Those poor souls, they did nothing to deserve this, this mindless slaughter that we, our kind inflict on these poor, well-to-do-"
"Oh for crying out loud, come here and help me with this guy, he's still alive." The first figure grunted as he grabbed Matt by his feet. "Heave and ho! Let's get him to the nearest base so someone can look at him. Are you going to help me or what."
"Oh my - oh my Jack, touch a real Human? I don't know Joe, I don't know if I'm ready for that, oh my what do I say, I didn't actually think, no wait, is it like a baby batling minipet where if you touch it its parents won't come back to claim it, because I think-"
-"JUST HELP ME WITH THE JACKDAMNED HUMAN."
The second squeaked something about language, then carefully and gingerly picked up Matt by the arms as they dragged him away from ground zero, huffing and puffing the entire way.
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