Arget shudders as the compactor stops part-way down.  (If we got caught, some nasty fur-fuck could pull that lever and it'd... no!  Don't think like that!) He shakes off the thought, feeling the truck begin to move.  (Smells awful... wonder if I'll be able to hide from the guards' noses after sitting in here... well, won't need to if everything works out.  Just wait... just flow with the current until it's time to act.) He glances down at only a peak of light between the garbage bags...