You're in some type of futuristic interrogation room, where a woman and her two taller henchwomen walk in. The woman, a PTG board guard, walks up to you in your restrained chair as you hear her high heels click ever closer to you, until you see them as you stare at the ground. With her gloved finger, the board guard picks your chin up to look up at her.

"Smuggling shrunken people in your backpack? NOT SNEAKY ENOUGH!"

One of the henchwomen steps forward in an attempt to knock some sense into you, but the board guard uses her baton to block the henchwomen from getting to you.

"What'll happen to them?..." She opens her maw and sticks out her soft tongue as a taunt, "... down the hatch. Bag and all."

She shuts her mouth and smirks as she somehow retains a deadpan expression.

"But honestly, I think you should have other concerns now. You know what you just did is punishable by digestion, RIGHT?" She informs you as she stares at you with that smart, powerful face. In her other hand, there's a plastic yellow bag lifted over her shoulder labeled "CONFISCATED MATERIALS", which contains all the shrunken people you were trying to smuggle.