Flying Down To Zero

Elbows need to be carefully packed. I squeeze together organs filling only a certain delineated area. The flight attendant approaches, tries to ignore me I have some preliminary questions, "Can I be slipped into a less edgy wedge? Could my mind be more swiftly amputated? Is it possible to be shuffled laterally until I intrude less and match more? Will my MP3 player attract killer geese, or interfere with heat seeking drones. Will you stamp my papers as D.O.A. now to save time?" She smiles. "Sir, will you please stop blinking, you're making the other cargo nervous."