The teleporter's working,
so I can't waste time on shirking,
after all, it worked just fine for the baboon.
I can't think of a reason
that I shouldn't -- now I'm easing
off my clothes because I need to do it soon.
Now I'm naked and I'm chilly,
I've got goosebumps on my willy,
but I'm in the telepod, so can't stop now.
I'll triumph, or I might die --
what's that buzz? Was that a fly?
Nah. It's nerves. It's nothing. Anyhow --
-- hey, it worked! I 'ported!
Feels like all my bits got sorted,
and hey, baboon, c'mere, gimme a hug.
I thought I might feel queasy.
I feel great. That was so easy!
That could be quite a feature -- or a bug.
