squashed in like sardines

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun was already turning, sweeping his buckets out in an arc in a feeble attempt to keep the increasingly large tide of gourds at bay. Eyes widening at Maea's shout, his gaze flicked down to the gourd that had managed to sneak past their defenses in the frantic struggle that had suddenly erupted. Unable to move the buckets fast enough due to the momentum, he activated his metal manipulation upgrade: the gauntlets he wore shot out a spike that impaled the squash.

Already, though more were coming in and he didn't think he'd react to those in time. "Above you!" he yelled back at her. Three smaller gourds had launched from the trees and were headed straight for her head.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid