It was the dog who tried to move its arm first and ended up poking the griffon in the eye with a canine paw. The griffon cursed and poked the dog in the cheek with its talon. The dog bit the offending claw, and the griffon cried out in pain. With a roll of her eyes, the movement exaggerated by the size of her overly large hat, the unicorn closed the doors with her magic and levitated the head boxes once more before sliding the blades out of the nonexistent slots once the appropriately coloured boxes were reunited, giving the boxes one full spin as she settled them into place. The blades disappeared, and the pony opened up the boxes, removing the dividers as the two volunteers stumbled out of their boxes, reflexively rubbing their necks as if surprised they still, in fact, possessed them.