A snag in our plans

So, Rose and I and Sophie and MaxWoo and a couple of others were gathered around our mystery person’s Refugee Transport Unit, peering in at said MPR. (Mystery Person Refugee). Yes, we all were looming over it and then we heard a voice from within, “What the heck are you guys doing?”

We all leaned back and, after a beat or two of our combined heartfelt concern, Rose answered, “Well, we thought we would make you more comfortable.”

From the RTU we heard, “I’m fine; I’m comfortable; let’s get this show on the road.”

This led to an exchange of views about the comfort of having strong plastic ties around body parts holding said parts to a big old piece of hard cardboard.

The MPR (yes, Der Bingle, I know you are confused; we will explain soon) convinced us the straps would keep her from sustaining broken limbs and a fractured skull during her journey. She was fairly persuasive and even provided videos of boxes being tossed through the air, down chutes and turned every which way but up.

So, Rose and I told the  MPR she should let us cut a small access door in the plastic bubble to allow us to add some things.

ARE YOU BOZOS CRAZY??? THAT WILL GREATLY REDUCE THE INTEGRITY OF MY PROTECTIVE CASE!!!!

We are thinking she probably knows best and will just add some scenery other than the inside of a shipping box for her to look at.

And Sophie asked, “So . . . can we still use my bubble wrap?”

Oh, by the way, the MPR had a camera and we are expecting her to send us some photos from her perspective of our encounter just as soon as she powers up the Internet Server part of her brain.