Fortunately enough for you, you were not alone in your task. Even as you were changed and contorted and made into the huge, toasted vegemite sandwich that you asked to be, someone else watched from the darkness, cursing your inability.
Freya stepped out of the shadows, fully aware that it was now her job to get you back, massive sandwich or not. Her job had just gotten a whole lot harder.
As your body was skirted down the assembly line to the gallery, Freya flitted in between the lasers and sensors that crisscrossed the facility. This was almost a game to her. Compared to your pathetic display of getting captured and summarily sandwiched, she was a master acrobat.
She got so ahead of herself that she tripped one of the red lasers, triggering a local alarm, but she didn't fret. Instead, she cleared her throat and clearly pronounced. "A-302 vocal override." And the alarms stopped entirely. She smirked and kept going.
She was closing in on your position now, and if her hubris didn't stop her, would be nearing her goal.
Freya...