So it all comes down to this. You've probably done loads of them, never even paused to think the last bit of movement in your life would come down to something as simple as a metre, a red line before you and a new existence of slowly filling out a warehouse - sensitive flesh squeezing into soft new shapes around your face. But hey, there remains an opportunity, if only those little claws could find enough purchase and strength to drag your titanic body forwards inch by hard-fought inch.

..afte all, it's only a metre..

remember when you did a hundred of those without breaking a sweat?

..yeah me neither, let's forget those times~