"Ssh!" DawnFire hissed at Iximaz. The pair were engaged in shoving along a giant crate... which was snoring lightly.

"It's okay," said Iximaz, and giggled. "He won't wake up until we've shipped him..."

PoorCynic looked on, tapping one foot. "Are you sure you should be doing this?" he asked. "I'm not sure he'd appreciate being shipped off to England..."

"Nonsense," DawnFire replied. "He asked to be shipped. And anyway, Phobos is waiting..."

"...true," the male Boarder admitted. He walked forward and began to help push the create along. "Come on, let's get World-Jumper on the ship already!"

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Mmph-ah. Yeaaaaun. Oh. Where am I... Salt water? The hell...

Wood? Box. Wooden box!

HEY! HEY ANYBODY? ARE YOU THERE!?!

HELLO!!

Come on man. Kick. Kick! Harder! Come! On! You! Fat!

That's not working.

Anything else. Don't suppose there's an emergency crowbar in here... What's this?

Good morning World-Jumper!

Sorry about the whole "kidnapping you in your sleep" thing. We knew how much you wanted to be shipped, but when we tried earlier, you struggled too hard! So, for your safety, we knocked you out first. I'm sure you appreciate the irony though, right? You asked to be shipped, so we're shipping you to your ship! We thought it was funny.

Anyway, we're sending you to England. Your partner should be waiting for you. Just, assume a sexy pose for when the box opens. I'm sure you can figure out the rest.

With love,

DawnFire, Iximaz, and PC

...Fracking boarders.