You hear the glass of the dome creak under immense pressure. Upon entering, you don't see the sky, but the brown fur of a squirrel that fills the entire horizon. Sandy lowers his gaze; his eyes are the size of houses. "Howdy, little partner! Watch where you're going... my tree now looks like a blade of grass, and I wouldn't want to step on you. Isn't everything bigger in Texas? Well, now I'm the biggest thing in the whole ocean!"