"Yes, Mr. Kwan, your boxing kangaroo is collared and ready for you to collect," the clerk is saying as you hop up and down madly in front of you.
She pauses listening to the man on the other end of the phone, and waving her hand at you to settle down.
"I see. You want me to deliver him to your boat -" she says, "Ahem, your ship. Well, delivery is extra-" she looks perturbed as she sighs, "Oh, I can assure you that the roo you're getting is feisty, and I would even say testy. He will make an excellent addition to your gambling cruises as the boxing kangaroo versus all challengers."
You pause wondering if she could be talking about you. You don't like the way she is looking at you. Her hand disappears below the counter, and comes up holding an air gun.
WHOOSH!
The tranquilizer dart from the gun hits you in the butt as you pivot to hop away. You almost make it to the door before the drug knocks you out.
When you come to, you're in an animal crate. You hear the sound of bells on buoys, and fog horns. You're at the wharf or docks in the back of a pickup truck.
"Sign here, and give me the check, Mr. Kwan, and this boxing roo is all yours," says the clerk taking a cashier's check from an overweight Asian man.