“My ancillary nerceptor tentacle can’t quite reach the subject’s amygdala Master Inceptor Gworvash!” cried the alien examiner in training.
Master Inceptor Gworvash wriggled over, he was a mass of tentacles and eyestalks.
He was also several hundred years old.
“Marrumph, you’re just too young. Your tentacle stalks haven’t grown in yet. See if you can interface with his visual cortex.”
“You mean, lay on his face and mess with his eyes?” the examiner in training asked.
“Yes, yes. Quite.”
Hours later, the man would wake up screaming about how a pulsating shag pile rug laid on his face and blinked light into his eyes while noting his reactions down on a clipboard.