My friend has been given some sort of alien, a strange amorphous thing that is partly bright yellow like Joe's motorcyle. It seems that he is in charge of taking care of it, but it can change shape, becoming nearly liquid, and escaping from almost anywhere. It gets away, and we spend many difficult hours recapturing it. Then we see that it has shaped itself a face like my friend.

Somehow, the word has gotten out how we succeeded in capturing this creature, and he's received a delivery of several dozen of them, all partially bright yellow, all with faces like my friend, but wider and narrower and all a little distorted, and all sticking their heads up and looking at us.

We're tired from catching the one, and concerned about being able to take care of all these new ones.