You start creeping into the room, intending to at least try and make your way across, but almost immediately you feel a soft hand land on your shoulder. Turning around, you see that Steve's nowhere in sight - he must have abandoned you already - and that the purple wolf man that started this whole mess is standing above you, holding your arm with a strenuous grip. He knocks your water gun from your hand, tears away your other oil-based armaments, and then jerks you to your feet. Pulling you towards an open egg, he lifts you without even the slightest indication of effort and tosses you like a pebble into one of the empty pods. The top seals shut immediately, leaving you trapped inside.
You push against the sides, hoping to get through them, but all too soon you feel a viscous liquid flowing across your feet and between your toes. You look down and see it, a thick pink fluid not unlike the one that had filled the pod the blond had just been thrown into. It soon rises to your waist, and then above your stomach, caressing your chest and then reaching your neck. Just as it comes to your head, you take in a deep breath, hoping that help might arrive before you're forced to inhale any of it. Only moments later, your field of vision is flooded with pink.
Rather than the confined little egg that you'd been in just seconds before, you feel like you're floating in an open space. You can stretch out your arms, barely visible through the murky pink sea surrounding you, and move about mostly freely. How this is possible within the confines of that tiny pod, you aren't entirely sure, but after everything you've seen tonight this doesn't seem like the time to start questioning that sort of thing. Whatever the case, your primary concern right now is with escape... something that's unfortunately made considerably more difficult by the fact that you can no longer reach the walls of the egg you're in, or any surface whatsoever for that matter.