You're a normal human being, modern era, unarmed and wearing whatever clothes you had on you when you were taken. You were on your way home late one night, there was a bright light, suddenly you found yourself surrounded by small aliens looking strangely like grey Yodas. You can't remember much of what happened afterwards, but you vaguely remember cages, strange aliens, needles, and violence of some sort.

Next thing you know your body feels like the static from an old TV and are, once again, on a gurney. The difference, though, is that the alien by your bedside isn't a meter tall and grey, but towers over you to something to the tune of four meters, has four legs, two arms, light blue skin striped with a darker blue, and is making frantic clicking noises to another one. As you look around, you see there are quite a few of these new aliens by your bedside, all intent upon the heated clicking battle between the first two. These others are somewhat shorter than the two who were arguing, and also appeared less... developed. Or maybe they are more developed, you don't know how these things age.

You aren't strapped down, but your limbs are sluggish, as if heavily sedated.

[Blatantly stolen from Humans Don't Make Good Pets with apologies to /u/guidosbestfriend]