poor mimes

I now know that feeling that spies occasionally get in movies, when they're nailed into a large wooden crate and are being shipped off somewhere and they aren't exactly sure where they're going.
Execept my crate wasn't so large... nor was it wooden.
There's something distinctly disorienting about folding yoruself into a box and then having -I think- five people carry you into the school.
Good thing I'm not claustrophobic, Kinda would suck to be a mime, stuck in a box... forever-- ten minutes is okay... more than an hour would suck.