Mewtwo glanced over when Joe sneezed, and then moved his gaze to the clock on the stove. "We should leave soon. I plan to fly over, but there should be enough room in the car."
"I can go back into my Ball," Twoey nodded. "Not a problem, and I'll fit easily into most overhead storage bins."
Mewtwo just stared at him. "What is it like? Being inside such a cramped space, only to be called upon when needed? How do you handle it?"
Twoey shrugged. "It's not bad, really. I mostly sleep, as that's pretty much what you do. It's like going to sleep and you dream. Sometimes, you can wake up and let yourself out, and when you first go in, you don't sleep right away and can bust out. I don't know how to explain it, but it's really not as bad as people think it is." He shrugged again. "The plus side? You're not hungry. Like, at all. You don't know how much time passed, so it can be a bit disorienting, but it's like a stasis or something."