You cannot believe it. The duffel bag you're in rolls along the conveyor belt to be loaded on the plane. The bag bumps along, and is hoisted and tossed. You all land with a thud. Somebody's deflated hand ends up covering your face.
You feel yourself hoisted and tossed and stacked into the hold of the plane. You feel the pressure of other bags on top of you. The bag sits there for about ten minutes, and you feel weight being lifted off you.
"Found it," says the baggage handler. You hear the sound of the bag being opened, dim light shines in. You see the greasy tattoo, pierced guy in coveralls between the thumb and fingers of the rubber hand on your face. "Yep, sex dolls, just like you said. I'll grab you one," he said into his cell phone, and hung up. Then he added to himself, "And one for me."
You feel his hand dig below you, and he pulls out one of your deflated teammates, and then he reaches in again.