[Mac Sirloin]

Hank, now without a discernible shape or state, floated/stepped/slithered/slapped his fins to bounce through the gate. "I hate being in this quantum bullshit." He toned/said/hissed/blubbed. The second he made contact, he was pulled into The Terminal. "Man, what a dick!" the gatekeeper muttered.

Hank was met with a city shrouded in clouds, with brass tubing poking from seemingly solid puffs to buildings or following automated beings. He approached an enormous spearlike facility that looked out of place to its cushy surroundings.
"Fuckin' contemporary easterners." He muttered. An elevator slid to greet him. He proclaimed his vast annoyance at the empty hall and was taken upwards at an impossible speeds for roughly 15 seconds. He grinded his teeth.

Meanwhile, in the upper north wing of The Jury Rig, a bewildered and very-much incapable of speech body was shoved through the front door. It landed face-first at the feet of several dogs. Contemplating this situation, it grasped at a nearby paw for comfort. The owner of the paw, an Australian Shepherd, withdrew it with evident annoyance. Several of the other dogs meandered away, a small Bull-Terrier smelled the Body's feet before trundling off up a set of stairs.

The body laid for several hours. Its brain was adjusting to the relativity state it was in; disabling speech functions, All bodily growth, and putting metabolism into overdrive. Awakening hungry and without the ability to scream, the body clambered into the kitchen across a rough carpet. It pried itself from the floor near a refrigerator as a Bull Mastiff thumped its way in. Sensing a possible reward, it gripped the nape of the body's shirt in its jaws quickly and brought it to its feet. The body gripped several large chunks of protein and consummed them in impossibly large doses. Several hunks fell to the ground, and with a Hungry Mastiff's attention diverted, so did it.

The body slept.