The start scenario is not so interesting: A class of 28, naked boys and girls, within the confined space of the compactor, some fooling around, others crying.

The end result is also quite boring: The pressure plates only a tenth of an inch apart from each other, the gap filled with a sticky goop from biological material and liquids.

But the fifteen minutes in between are pretty entertaining. Some beg or despair, others fight, others again try to have some last fun even as their bodies deform, break and get squished into each other.

No two batches are the same.