You laugh, your girlfriend will get a kick out of the graphic of a muscle chest with a turban, and pink smoke from the waist down ending in a gold lamp. You put the money in the machine, and watch the flashing count down with the red cross-hairs lined up on your nose.
There's a blinding flash and the booth fills with smoke. You're coughing and waving your arms to sweep the smoke away. You try to get up off the seat and leave the booth, but you're unable to move your legs.
You feel air against your bare chest. What happened to your shirt. As the smoke clears you see you are now wearing a short Arabian style red silk brocade vest. On your head is a turban. You discover gold arm bands around your suddenly huge biceps. You look down at your ripped chest and are shocked to see below your navel is nothing but pink smoke.
You cough, and suddenly feel yourself being pulled downward. Your smoky lower body is being vacuumed into something. You grab hold of the wooden seat to stop yourself from being completely sucked into the shiny gold lamp that is now sitting on the seat. You feel your abs being crunched as they disappear into the open spot of the lamp.
"Help! Hel-------------!" you shout as the suction pulls so hard that you lose your grip and are sucked into the lamp.
The curtain opens, "Hey, I thought someone yelled from help in here?"