3.

"Bzzt fzzt Gzzt Shzzxk!"

A sound like the humming of a thousand bees issued from some unseen speaker.  Brick blinked and lowered the hand covering his eyes.  His mouth stayed wide open though.  The rainbow of dancing lights played across his face and cast peculiar shadows in the background.  Brick felt the sound was directed at him.

"What?"

"Fgzzt Kshxx szzzp ping?"

The tone of the noise changed slightly, resembling a choir of bees now playing timpani on silverware.  Brick also got the distinct notion that he was being asked a question.

"Huh?"

"Worshvzz Ting plugzz vingzzz."

The noise seemed to be coming from inside the opening of the crashed rocket ship.  Brick took a tentative step closer.

"I can't understand what you're saying.  Are you from Outer Space?"

There were a few seconds of silence followed by several clicking sounds then the noise started again, but this time...

"Better.  Greetings.  Re-calibrating  modular brainwave transmitter.  Would you mind speaking again and perhaps using a different series of words so that our instruments can translate your language more properly?"

The noise now sounded surprisingly like Brick's own.  Had Brick been other than the man he was he might've had the imagination to comprehend the entirety of his situation, however he could only think to say...

"Why do you sound like me?"

"Interrogative.  Calibration complete.  Operating at 75%.  Thank you for your assistance.  Are you the creature known as Cmdr. Brick Turgid?"

"Umm...what?"

The travelers from Dimension XZ7 all regarded each other with questioning looks, then regarded their on board computer with questioning looks, then regarded the image of Brick with questioning looks.  For one brief moment years of societal training was almost broken as they wondered if perhaps a mistake had been made somewhere, their atrophied sense of deduction manifested itself as an annoying itch in the back of their brains then settled back down to sleep as the computer continued it's conversation with the thing that was supposed to save them.  

"Cmdr. Brick Turgid?  Your presence is required in Dimension XZ7.  We have been sent to retrieve you.  Please step inside."

Brick knew the words that came from inside the ship.  He understood them perfectly.  Yet parts of his brain had atrophied from disuse as well.  A part of him understood that this moment was an important one.  A moment that would utterly separate him from the mediocracy of his previous life.  But like the creatures inside the ship, the tingling in his withered sense of self did nothing but annoy him.  So he said...

"What about the shop?  Whose going to clean up this mess?  Mr. Henry is going to blow a gasket."  Brick looked around at the total devastation that surrounded him, then back to the hole full of rainbows.  There was a series of clickings while the on board computer processed his interrogatives.  

"Inconsequential.  Please step inside the conveyance."  The computerized voice managed to sound slightly annoyed at being questioned, having functioned for centuries without such an activity ever having happened before.  

"But..." was all Brick could think to say as he scratched his head and looked around for a broom.  

It took the on board computer .0001 second to process that this creature, which all the other computers in Dimension XZ7 had calculated would be the savior of their existence, was not going to voluntarily step into the dimensional conveyance and thus fulfill their assigned mission.  After .0002 seconds of confused calculations, we might call it annoyance, the on board computer ordered the crew of the dimensional rocket ship to go out and retrieve Cmdr. Brick Turgid.

The unquestioning crew set about immediately to fulfill their orders.  They had no malice intent nor violent tendencies that Brick needed to fear, but when they came shambling out of the hole full of rainbows and smoke Brick fainted dead away from the mere sight of them.  The last thought Brick had while conscious was...

"My God we're being invaded by skeletons from Outer Space!"