Giygas- Compressing the Four

Pokey was really throwing his weight around...and he certainly had enough of it to spare! As he laughed, all of his flesh undulated in waves. Wriggling and wobbling, the walls shook violently. None of it moved very quickly, but still, the sheer mass of it was overwhelming. In terms of poundage, he must have weighed at least a hundred times as much as all four robots put together!
	Those four souls had conquered so many foes in the past...but how could they possibly win against an opponent like this?
	Ahh, I see now...thought the Ness R. He suddenly remembered the things Buzz Buzz had told him. ...That's why he told me I had to destroy him that night...right then and there...
	“Gwah-hahahaha, so, is it finally sinking in?” Pokey cackled. “In the end, Ness, you'll never be able to defeat me! Gyah-hahahaha!”
	Boing-boing...boooing! Swish-swoosh-squish! Oh dear...suddenly they realized that this place was inside Pokey! A place where Pokey could have his own way–a stage set all for himself...!
	Deep within all that very unpleasant pink flesh, the four children, or, I should say, the four robots, were being hurled, jostled, and flung...up and down, right and left...tossed around in every possible direction. The very space around them morphed and contorted dizzyingly. It closed itself around them, pulled itself thin, and squashed them flat!
	“Aah! ...No...no more...hurk! I'm...I'm gonna puke!” the Paula R. cried, as she tried desperately to stand. “Oh, but, that's right...I can't actually puke...even though I feel this terrible... I don't even have a stomach anymore...waah!”
	“I won...der...if he's as...massive...as a bla...ck hole,” the Jeff R. pondered aloud. “...Whoa!” He collided with the Poo R., and each held out their hands in an attempt to help the other up with a little “Sorry, sorry!” Then they were instantly torn away from each other again.
	“And...every...time he moves.” the Jeff R. went on, “the direc...tion of gravitational...force changes, too... Which is weird...wah!” ...They had no way to fight back!
	“Everyone, hang in there!” cried the Ness R., as he raised his fists. “There has to be something...something we can do! There has to be some way left!”
	“Hah-hahahaha! Like hell there is, don't be ridiculous!” Pokey sneered. His laughter was growing even cockier. “Hmph! Now what? You're always trying to show off...always giving me such a hard time. You've really been getting in my way, Ness! But in the end, this is all your powers amount to? My, my, what a pity... Well then, for your own sake, should I make you all disappear? I'm getting pretty tired of looking at something so pathetic.”
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“Harmony,” said the Poo R., in a low voice. Even at a time like this, his tone and manner of speaking did not betray any suffering. This was probably the result of all his years of training. “What we must seek now is harmony. Cooperation. If the four of us, who have abandoned our bodies, can bring our spirits together in perfect harmony, we may be able to come up with something incredible–an amazing secret battle plan.”
	“You can talk all the nonsense you want,” said Pokey, “but no matter what you do, it's too late!” He roared with laughter, and those undulating walls writhed and squirmed and wiggled even more. “Now then, here's a twist!” With an unsettling bwwwonngg! sound, the ceiling and floor stretched into an elliptical shape, which began to contort and twirl at both ends. It felt just like being inside of a soft, pink football as someone wrung it out like a dishrag. “...Now, DIIIIEEEE!”
	The space inside was shrinking...compressing... But thanks to this, the four of them were also being brought closer together. Squish-squish...squash! Mush-mush...mash! Under all that pressure, they clung tightly to one another. Metal scraped against metal, and face rubbed against face. They reached out with their arms and legs in search of even the slightest bit of open space, and they ended up hopelessly entangled. ...The trains on the Yamanote Line in Tokyo, Japan rarely got this cramped, even during rush hour!
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...Crunch...crack......CRRRUNCH!
	“Auugh!”
	With an unsettling sound, the Ness R.'s fingers were crushed. His wrists were shattered. His arms bent back limply. All at once, the space grew even narrower, and their metal bodies were pressed together as tightly as if they had been glued to one another. Their three-dimensional bodies became flat...curves became straight lines. And yet, that crushing pressure never ceased. Their proper forms had been entirely lost. You could no longer tell where one of them ended, and another began.

- MOTHER 2: Giygas Strikes Back, chapter 9