[ The ceiling opens up and trash falls down. It's any kind of trash you can possibly imagine. None of it is usable, so don't even think of trying to sneak some away for science. Or projects. It also continues to fall. And fall. And fall. To the point where you may grow concerned about actually being buried in it.

Abruptly, the trash flow seems to stop which would normally be a good thing except for the ominous beeping that can be heard. If you're able to get your head above the sea of trash, you'll see that the ceiling is now a rather massive trash compactor — and it's coming down.

Down.

Down.

The crushing sensation seems to last for an eternity, but it's only a few minutes at most. The compactor lifts.

It's still not over. ]