As Earl went into his garage to pick up the biggest gun he owned, he was still trying to figure out the aliens’ plans. Why had they abducted him? And why did they put his mind into the body of a busty blond woman? He was trying to think of any sort of tactical advantage they hoped to achieve. It just didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t anyone special. He wasn’t in the military and he didn’t have any sort of high-ranking job in government or at a company. He ran a carwash. Why let him go at all? They could have easily kept him aboard their ship. Was switching his brain into the body of someone else part of a plan to make his story seem less credible? He was pretty sure that no one would believe him about an alien invasion even without tales of body swapping. He had so many unanswered questions, but he realized they didn’t matter. He had only one purpose now: to kick some body swapping alien ass!