by The Urban Blabbermouth
Louie muttered to himself, "I'm so bored. I wish something interesting would happen."
A green Martian stepped though the wall of Louie's bedroom, zapped him with a ray gun. "Gotcha," said the Martian as he picked up Louie and threw him into the hunting bag.
The Martian, Gork, was a procurer. The scientists on Mars hired him to gather humans for their experiments and they paid well for it. Gork muttered to himself, "Hunting humans is boring. I wish to hunt Venusians. At least their telepathy told them you were coming before you got here. More challenging to catch."
A yellow Uranian stepped through the wall of Gork's spaceship and threw a net over him. "Gotcha," said the Uranian as the net was dragged by a cable through the ship's wall.
The Uranian, Kork, was a procurer. The anthropologists on Uranus hired him to gather specimens for their zoo and they paid well for it. Kork muttered to himself, "I love hunting Martians. They are so easy to catch. I hate hunting Venusians. Their telepathy told them you were coming before you got here. Too challenging to catch."
If you must know, Louie, the human, eventually died, forgotten on the Martian spaceship.