Hahaha, you're trapped now! Quin and I have you at our mercy. We take turns sitting on your face, you with our bouncy clown butts. You struggle in vain and gasp for air, but we're having too much fun to spare you any relief. We smoosh you under our booties again and again until- oops! Did we take it too far? Hello? You're not moving anymore... uh-oh!