Being surrounded by painted, heavily-armed Munchkins probably wasn't a good start to the day, but few of his days started well, anyway.
“Identify yourself!” The Munchkin warrior shouted. “Tell us what you were doing sneaking about our camp!”
“My name is...” As he was about to speak, there was that sharp pain in his skull. Oh, damn, not another synapse misfire! “As for what I was doing near your camp?” He wracked what remained of his mind and came up short. “I can't remember that, either.”
The head ankle-biter ordered his men, “String him up until he does.”