“Is it safe?” asked Fuzzy, in regards to a hole in a large mound of dirt.

“I donno,” replied Guzzy, “Let’s send Muzzy.”

“But I-” shouted Muzzy in protest, and he quickly flew in.

A second passed.

Muzzy flew out.

“Its safe, guys!” he said as a giant worm with gigantic pincers came out behind him. The worm clasped its pincers around his small, furry body, and began shaking him about vigorously. Muzzy screamed like a little girl until the worm had pulled him far enough into the hole that he couldn’t be heard anymore.

“Well,” said Fuzzy, “we aren’t staying THERE tonight.”

“I get his girlfriend.” Guzzy stated.

“Do you seriously want THAT thing?”

“Hey, at least its better than nothing.”

Buzzy, who had quietly been hovering behind his friends, considered his life as a giant, freakish wasp creature on the planet Bobgabob; Realm of Giant, Freakish Insect Creatures. Were he to have eyes lids, he would’ve winced. While Fuzzy and Guzzy were arguing, he quickly flew out in order to escape them. He kept flying and flying until he was out on an open field.

“Where the heck am I?” he asked himself.

“Whiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep,” answered a UFO.

Buzzy screamed and flew in circles. The UFO shot down a tractor beam that grabbed Buzzy and pulled him up into its hull. As he drew closer, Buzzy could see what it looked like. It had a gray, circular rim with several flashing lights on it. In this rim was a giant, green balloon-ish thing that bulged unevenly in various spots. Inside, a gray alien with a giant forehead, large, oval, red eyes, and a scrawny little body could be seen giggling in delight.

“NEW FRIEND!” shouted the alien as Buzzy came was pulled into the ship. He saw the tractor beam came from the ceiling, and beneath him was a small porthole. The porthole closed up and the beam went away, dropping Buzzy onto the sealed hole. He saw that the alien was three or so feet taller then him as it put a giant jar over him and quickly scooted him and the jar onto a giant top which he screwed on tightly. He then took a giant, probing sort of object and made several holes in the top. “These are holes so that you can BREATHE.” The alien had a strange enthusiasm about him that scared the living crap out of Buzzy.
Buzzy, cramped in his jar, had to bend his stinger about awkwardly so he didn’t stab himself in the face. His antennae gave him an ability to interpret any language he heard, thusly allowing him to know what the alien was saying. He shimmied about in the jar to get in the most comfortable position possible, and was very thankful that he had no bones. Looking out he saw that the UFO was moving across space at high speeds, and watched a giant TV flicker on. The alien looked up at it.

On the screen appeared two other aliens, both which looked very similar to the one in the UFO. Judging by the background they were also in a UFO of very much the same design. One of the two stared down at the alien, barked out some unintelligible word that translated into “Bob” in Buzzy’s mind.

“What are you doing in (another unintelligible word, though this time it translated into “Unsavory Backwashed Crap” in Buzzy’s mind)?”
“Well,” said the alien inside the UFO, “I was looking for a new FRIEND. And I found her, too! I want you to meet,” he grabbed Buzzy’s jar, pulling it towards the screen, “Polly! She’s gonna be my bestest friend in the whole galaxy and I’ll teach her to tricks and everything and then maybe after she learns some cool stuff I can show her to you guys and-”

The alien on the screen quickly stopped him by shouting out something that would’ve come out to Buzzy as a random slur of cuss words had he not stopped listening after the alien in the UFO had said the word ‘Polly’. “Polly?” asked Buzzy in his native tongue, which translated to the aliens as “Scree scree hiss hiss?”

“You fool!” barked the alien on the screen, “That- That- That THING is no pet! Get rid of it! Now!”

“No!” shouted the alien in the UFO, “I will NEVER throw away MY Polly!”

Suddenly, a blasting sound was heard. Everything flashed green, and the whole ship quaked.

“Want to rephrase that?”

“No! Polly is still mine, and you‘ll NEVER take her away from me!”
The blasting noise repeated, as did the other two effects.

Tears began forming in the little alien’s eyes. He knew what to do. He had seen it a million times in movies. All he had to do was refuse to give up Polly, then they would be put in a near death situation, which they would miraculously escape from because the power of their hearts grew stronger, and then he would marry a princess and they would live happily ever after in a big castle filled with gold. “I WILL NOT GIVE HER UP!”

The blasting effect was heard again, and Buzzy noticed that the ship was now going down. The screen flickered off. Suddenly, a beam struck through the roof, without breaking it, and he disappeared, along with the beam. Conveniently enough, the beam teleported him to a ship that was being driven by a princess, who married him then took him to her castle full of gold.

Buzzy, however, was left in a jar on a crashing UFO.

“Well,” he said, “Crap.”

The ship spiraled down, being pulled into the gravity of a nearby planet. The atmosphere began burning away at the green bulges, and Buzzy could see the metal rims melting outside. The floor began to disintegrate. Buzzy watched the glass on the outside of his container slowly melt and drip down.

And then it froze.

Buzzy was knocked unconscious for several minutes as his blood froze, then looked outside to see that he had somehow survived the atmosphere. There he was, in his slightly melted jar, looking down at a large plain. He was able to look down at the plains because the ship had turned to a large cloud of ashes.

He was heading in the direction of a large and particularly ugly looking city. To the distant right of this city was a castle, and above them was a mountain range. Beyond the mountains he could see a fairly less ugly looking city. The ocean sat a good deal below them.
BAM! The jar hit the road of the ugly city. Surprisingly, it didn’t break. Buzzy watched in horror as a giant rat dressed as a hobo approached him. “My wasp,” he said, and he heaved the jar atop his head. He repeated the phrase every two step he took as he walked towards a man hole. Buzzy began sobbing.

BAM! A bolt of lightning struck in front of the rat. He hugged Buzzy’s jar. “M-My wasp?” he muttered quietly.

“Put the freakishly huge wasp down!” shouted a voice from behind.

“NO!” shouted the rat.

Another bolt of lightning struck in front of him.

He put Buzzy down.

“Thank you,” said the voice, and its owner strolled towards Buzzy as the rat ran away, screaming. The man had brown hair, and wore a long, light brown robe which covered his feet and curled around the bottom. It covered every part of his body except his head and hands. He had absolutely no distinguishable face features. He put his hand on the lid and unscrewed it.

“Hello,” he said, “my name is Priest. What’s yours’?”

“Buzzy,” said Buzzy.