Your proxy grumbles, fighting for space with you in the tiny box. Your patience wanes even further, feeling extremely claustrophobic and more and more anxious as time goes on.


MINSKY: This is definitely you-sized.
SEE: I don't think they were planning for both of us to be here!
MINSKY: Well, they should be more considerate!
SEE: C-can't you use your ~powers~ or something to make this less cramped?
SEE: Wait, no-
MINSKY: I MIGHT if you got me MON-
 
The chamber you're in stops, sending both of you stumbling.

Minsky inadvertently trips over you, and you smack into the wall at the same time they do.


SEE: MINSKY-
MINSKY: WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING-
SEE: YOU WATCH WHERE YOU'RE-