'I need to talk to a human' he demanded

'I need to talk to a human' he demanded to which the white strange fellows replied with a laugh. He could not understand why it was so hard for them to give him what he wanted, but the men seemed rather gone from their own minds, their guns pointing in almost every direction. 'You are talking to humans, disfigured greenie' said one of the men the only one still pointing at him. 'Well I could call you the same' he said, annoyed by their unnecessary rudeness. Humans were definitely not what he thought they'd be, what they had been told they were. They did not seem innocent and childish they seemed to be more like bloodthirsty egomaniacs.