You step onto the pad of the teleporter, and declaime in as authoritative and captain like voice as possible:

"beam me uaaaaaa!"

the reason for the unexpected uaaaa! was that presumably whoever set this thing for voice control didn't particularly bother waiting for the word up. Logical really sinse many an intrepid hero has been inches away from a gruesome end (though not involving grues), when saying those words.

However you feel a litle peeved about not getting your big line out.

What peeves you rather more, is the sensation that every atom of your body is being taken apart piece by piece, ---- a sensation which really isn't pleasant, though it's actually a pretty accurate description of what's going on.

When your eyeballs have been reconstructed (thankfully both facing the right way, ---- out of, and not into your skull), you see a door in front of you baring a sign giving very strong indications of safety.

Eagerly, you open it and step streight through, hoping that finally you'll be out of this mad house, ---- or at least out of the bits of it that are likely to cause you immediate and painful death.

safety! ---- hopefully.

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