Another unlikely guess.
Nobody believed you so you decided to grab anything. The next time you were on that table being examined like a cadaver, you would wait until they turned their eyes? face? heads around and grab the closest thing you could.
It wasn't the first time you were taken. Odds are, and you've the scars to prove it, it wouldn't be your last. It will, however, be the first time Flatnose Earl and Billy the Cape wouldn't give you the business.
This time, you grabbed a raygun. Or communicator. Or a flipping tooth brush, though you ain't never seen those things smile. You weren't sure what it was when you grabbed it, but you kept it in your armpit and still had when you were beamed back to your bed.
The lights. The beautiful spectrum! Starting at white, it flirts with blues and violets before easing into a steady hum of red. You'd never forget those lights.
It was Flatnose Earl's wedding reception tonight. Billy the Cape, brownnose that he is, bought Earl a Provari. You chuckled a little as you looked at your unkempt hair and torn flannel in the mirror before screwing an atomizer onto whatever the hell it was you took off that ship.
Let's see who laughs now.