Why did the Chicken Cross the road or in other words and by that I mean completely unscientific words.

Wilson shook his head in disgust. Floyd would never change, the drunk was never lucid even when he was on his way to being stoned.
Floyd looked up at Wilson and began to cry.
And it was ugly crying.

Wilson took a long step back.
"What the hell?"

Floyd tried to speak and then blubbered with snot running down his ugly face. It took him awhile and most of the sleeve of his one piece that a tech had given him when they confiscated his clothes. But he managed to stop.
"They- them!" He pointed out the tent. "Theys taked it away!"

Wilson rolled his eyes upward and mouthed a 'What the Fuck" and then stepped in front of Floyd.

"What did they take away?"

"I dunno-"

"Oh for crap's sake!" Wilson considered hitting the man then reminded himself that he would be wasting his time.

"I dunno what it was but it was sure pretty and glowing and shit."

"Like?"

"A little ball of light only it felt like rubber."

"Oh. Well I'll check on that." Wilson said straightening his uniform and stepping back.

"Will- they give it back when they are done with it?" Floyd asked.

"Sure." Wilson said before he stepped out of the tent.