[Mac Sirloin]

Left with little option, Hank stepped through the door.

He was met with a combination of eyes-incineratingly blinding light and mind-numbingly dense darkness. He felt kind of like someone had just punched him in the balls, too. Typical pan-dimensional travel shpeal.

Then, of course, came the singing.

"OoOoOoOh...
You ain't a dragon or a zombie...
Not some kind of paradox of the ages
You ain't a an owl bereft of his tawny...
Not some kind of ambitious mortal magus
You ain't got shit on the big guy...
Not some kind of bisexual jumping elephant
You're just some Godlike flyyyy!
Gonna make a universe well, you can't
You're nothing but a nuisance to us-"
"Sorry." a shrill, tech supportish voice squeeled. "Didn't realize you weren't a straggler of dose buggy boyz."
A door appeared out of the intangible and impossible sight before Hank and a man who appeared to be about three parts nervous office assistant and one part inner city freestylist.
"Seriously, sorry about dat." He pandered.
"What in the fuck did I just hear?" Hank inquired.
"That was the anthem of the crunchy mawfuckas."
"Oh. It was stupid. Tell them I thought it was stupid."
And with that, the Jury Rig ran into Hank.

The process of severing the connection your soul has to your body is simple; take something offhanded, like an empty DVD case you own. Tie a piece of your clothing around it (preferably as clean or as dirty as possible, depending on what kind of person you are) then, just summon an eldritch monstrosity to use it to hit you in the leg enough to jar your soul out.
I mention this only because when the Jury Rig struck Hank Trucker, it hit him in the knee, and the part that hit him was indeed an innocuous camera with a sweat pants cord wrapped around it that had belonged to him, held in the very bricklike hand of Cthulhu's cousin L'ft'frr'de'd.
Just thought you should know.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?" A Hank Trucker of little calm resolve shrieked at the gatekeeper.
"You were torn from your corpse, bub." Was the answer he got.