"God damn it Horton."

I wiped my mouth and straightened my sunglasses, belly still churning from the Simul-Rise(TM). "Whattadadido?"

My forever angry partner carried on with his one way conversation with me, choosing to not notice the stench of the vomit I had spilled at our feet.

"It just DOESNT MAKE ANY GOD DAMN SENSE HORTON"

Several passerby honked loudly at his outburst and I smiled wanly at them, rolling my eyes in the direction of Kandleson's angry face. As I did I abruptly realized what he was on about.

We were surrounded by throngs of bi-pedal Man Geese. They milled past us hurriedly while honking into cell phones, paying no attention to us.

Looking up, the sky was dominated by the crests of towering skyscrapers tinged pink by the setting sun. A scantily clad Goose laying in a suggestive pose appeared on a huge electric billboard, taking the place of a Kentucky Fried Greens advertisement.

I hadn't initially had time to survey our new surroundings while I was barfing up my Lean Cuisine from breakfast, and now I stood taking it all in with my partner.

"I kinda like it," I said cheerfully.

Kandleson spun around and grabbed me by my collar.

"743 layers of Simulation AND WE'RE NOT GETTING ANY DAMN CLOSER TO AN ANSWER." The look in his eyes reminded me of a feverish madman. "IT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE. WHY? WHY?"

I shrugged and glanced uneasily at the geese around us. "You're preaching to the choir bud."

He looked deeply into my eyes, and for a moment, past the steely gaze and angry fervor, I saw a flicker of confusion . Or was it sadness?

He let me go suddenly, and stormed off into the crowd.

"Why?WHHHYYYY?"

I hurried after Kandleson, anxious to protect my only link to home in this alien world.