[ WP ] Alien body snatchers come to invade Earth , but piloting a human body is challenging .

The body that used to belong to Tom Hanes let out a long groan. It shifted its weight gently across the couch, resting with its forehead lodged between the large back cushion and the arm joint of the old black loveseat. 
 
 How many times had this damn planet spun around since he took control of this thing? He could n't remember. 
 
 His dark little corner had become moist, wetted by a slow trickle of drool down his unshaven chin. A deep sense of primal discomfort grew inside his fleshy cell until he gave way to its demands and brought its face off of the sodden cloth. 
 
 The cold glow of the TV did nothing to relieve the throbbing in his head, and he found no more solace in staring at the dark corners of the room. Why would n't he stand up? Surely there must be something wrong, he had n't received communication in longer than he could imagine. With a shameful sense of surrender, he let it reach across the filthy coffee table and take another cigarette. 
 
 He drank in the blue smoke, letting it carve out the pressure from behind his eyes. 
 
 He stood up and wandered across the hallway, stepping over discarded units of plastic and congealed plant fiber. As he reached for the refrigerator door, Tom Hanes' foot rolled itself on top of a wine bottle, sending the body sprawling. 
 
 He looked over at the hand. It was lightly blackened in a tiny circle, no doubt from the smoldering cigarette that now lay just out of his reach. The pain was bitter, but sobering. It had been far too long. They should have been able to restore contact by now. If they could not, then it was up to him to find a means to establish contact from his end. 
 
 This was not the first time both he and the body of Tom Hanes had shared this thought. He ought to do something about it. He ought to have done something about it a long time ago. A deeper throbbing began once again in the human's brain. 
 
 Mustering all his resolve, he pulled he body to its feet. Turning, he pulled refrigerator door open. 
 
 He felt a deep sinking sensation in the human's belly. 
 
 Nothing. An empty can of beer and a well-scraped jar of mayo that had likely become the site of major evolutionary progress for both Earthborn fungus and bacteria alike. 
 
 Groaning once again, he dragged the body back to the couch and turned its head towards the television's glow. He would have to go out and buy more provisions. The head throbbed again. Was there even any money left on any of Tom Hanes' credit cards? He recalled the last time he went to get provisions he was rudely turned away and was forced to humiliate himself to another human for its charity. 
 
 Did Hanes have more money somewhere? Perhaps valuable ores or minerals that he could exchange for money? 
 
 As he racked through Tom Hanes' memories looking for solutions, he felt his attention shift. `` Do you need some help stuffing that turkey?'' a deep voice asked from the television. A big man in pilgrim attire straddled a busty woman in a bonnet. 
 
 `` But Mr. Blunderbuss, what if my husband were to come in?'' the high, sweet, fertile female voice responded. Tom Hanes' blood began to boil, and his muscles to tense. The pornography! Hanes' occupant whimpered. How could he have forgotten to turn off the pornography? The body began to move on its own. 
 
 `` Not this again,'' he pleaded with his fleshy host. 
 
 `` Yes, this again.'' responded the body of Tom Hanes.
