Small has been cycling through the stages of Road Trip.
1. Panic
"AAUUUGH WHAT IS THAT NOISE WHERE AM I WHAT IS THAT SMELL I HATE THIS WHY AM I LOCKED IN THIS !#$^$@%$ BOX LET ME OUT AAAAUUGH!"
2. Despair
"Heeeeelp me pleeeeeease let me oooooout I don't liiiiiiike thiiiiiiiiiis"
3. Denial
"I am closing my eyes and counting to 50 and when I wake up I will be somewhere normal where it is quiet and not vibrating"
4. Resignation
"Well, I guess we live in this stupid truck now. God damn it."
5. Nap
"zzzzz"
Stage 1 really only happened for a few minutes each on the first two days. Today was nearly all 4 and 5. Tomorrow's the last day! Things are looking up, buddy.
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