Light glared harshly in on Jeff. His plastic prison was opened. A
woman's broad dull face stared down at him.
"It looks like he never opened his toys. If they weren't violent
soldiers, I might think about donating them, but I couldn't let any poor
girl or boy be traumatized by such things," she says shaking her head.
She sighs, "Guess the only responsible choice is to recycle the
plastic."
With those words she jabs Jeff's box with a shears. She separates the
cardboard from the plastic and puts them in separate bins. Then she
strips Jeff down and places his naked plastic body into the bin with
plastic to be recycled. It's a deep bin. Jeff is free of the wire ties
that immobilized him, but he's quickly buried under more plastic and
he's too small to escape the bin.