"Patro... uh? Wut?" The pretty lady talked funny. But she was nice. He'd been told she would be, and Moog didn't like to think, so he just agreed. She was nice, just like the pretty shinies all around him that reminded him of home, except smaller, and brighter, and less smelly. For several minutes, Moog stared at the baubles in his hand, unmoving, big head with beady eyes glaring blankly at them. It was unclear whether there was any thought process actually occurring, of if he'd just stalled.
Licking his lips, finally, like that might somehow be a sign of life, Moog blinked and loo