[He forgot how weird it was when everything looked as big as Godzilla to him. Chairs, tables, that fugly ass gold statue of that bald dipshit staring down at them are all giants compared to how they looked normally. Even if this place isn't real, he can still feel the very real, tangible anger start rising from the bottom of his stomach as he looks up at Shido's smug face. What he wouldn't give to curb-stomp that stupid sneer right off---

Ryuji squeaks again as he's suddenly toppled to the ground, rolling onto his back as Akira-mouse tips into him.]

Dude, do you not remember? This is the last place I remember bein' before we got here. Takin' down that smug piece of shit up there.

[He points with one stubby little paw at the statue he'd been aiming all his vitriol at earlier. Then he goes about rolling from side to side until he can figure out a way back to his feet.

Ugh, this had to be what turtles felt like.]