We squeeze on to stools at the bar.
We squeeze out the white milk by hand.
We squeeze in a second visit on a balmy Wednesday, three weeks later.
We squeeze into the tiny room, which contains a computer, a keyboard, two speakers and a mic.
"We squeeze hands when we breathe in the middle of a phrase, so two of us won't breathe at once.
We squeeze ourselves next to the fire in an eating area packed with steaming Gore-Tex-clad hikers.
We squeeze down the high street past a row of mobility scooters (a great photo opportunity, with us in full bike kit).
We squeeze into a booth at Black's, the oldest barbecue restaurant in Texas – the sign outside promises it's open "8 days a week".
"We squeeze a little bit here and there to get that CGI stuff in there," Chu admitted.
We squeeze two children into each bunk, dim the compartment lights, and watch each fall asleep as villages outside, their streetside strings of naked bulbs silhouetting palm trees and mud cottages, ebb and fade away.
We squeeze water outta rocks when we thirsty nigga!
