pokey cruses robots

“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!

“...Grrraahhh,” growled the Ness R. He braced his iron limbs, focused his iron
will, and pushed with all his might against those pink walls. If he still had his human
form, his face would certainly be bright red, he'd be covered in sweat, and his
adrenaline would be pumping at full throttle. “...Unnhh...damn it... I can't...take any
more... This is it...!”

[...]

...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.

“Ohh...ahh... Oh, God,” the Paula R. whispered. “Please...please lend us...lend us
your strength...!”

Paula's prayer...her soul, imploring with all of its PSI powers...resonated
through each of their four bodies, which had become one. Without even realizing it,
Ness, Jeff, and Poo had begun praying, too. They drew in as close as they could to
Paula's heart...to her soul. Their bodies were so strongly, so tightly joined together
now that even if that terrible pressure were to disappear, they could never be
separated from one another again.

- Mother 2, Chapter 9 pgs. 259-260