Sean stood frozen in amazement. Staring unblinking for several minutes, it finally registered what he was seeing. There were people on the table. Tiny people!
The new human, apparently male stood transfixed staring at them all. Amongst themselves they whispered about what they should do.
"Conrad, we have to try again," pleaded Jenny, " You're our leader. If you give up hope we're all doomed for sure."
"Jenny, get a fucking clue. We're lost in the middle of fucking nowhere with these seemingly clueless excuses for intelligent life."
Figuring that Conrad was going to be of no more use to any of them, Jenny decided to take matters into her own hands; it was her duty after all as second in command.
She took the megaphone, which wzs now laying on the ground next to Conrad and turned to face the new stranger.
"Excuse me? Sir? Can you here me? We are in need of assistance"
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