She glances at the forms and then the box indifferently and waves her hand, like you guys one of many such boxes that day. No need to inspect tiny people, you guess.
The guy promptly loads you onto a box. You see several other glass boxes of horrified tinies, and like them must sit there while he loads some more. Pretty soon he closes the truck door, leaving everyone in darkness.
The truck then departs. Where is the box you are in going?
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