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

Gritting his teeth, Amun didn't respond to Maea's comment. Instead he just focused on trying to slow down and take out the oncoming gourds as quickly as he could. Even with his efforts, though, the ditch started to fill up as the squash started to climb over one another.

"I see it!" he growled. "If you're not going to teleport out like I asked, then look away for a moment. And use the rod to conduct the electricity from your palm." His left palm continued to fire bolts of energy into the mass. However, his right arm came up and pointed directly into the center of the horde. He fired a flashbang, hoping that whatever senses they used would be disoriented.

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