The first note to GD sailed right through the fax, smooth as butter, but the second one hesitated as I fed it in. I tried to coax the paper through with my right hand which was still covered with the blue powder, got my fingers caught inside the roller instead, and then-got dragged down into the fax, head-first There wasn't a darn thing I could do to stop it. My entire body was pulled in, dimple-by-dimple, limb-by-limb. How did it feel? Well, I was in absolute agony when my back was going through-I'm so ticklish there. Now, I'm not about to try to explain to you how it all worked-I think I'll leave that to the scientists to figure out-but as I was being zapped through those telephone lines at a billion miles per hour, I reckoned I was experiencing the hi-tech version of changing trains at Shinjuku Station during rush hour Whoa