"Right." Jim said as he forced himself back into the hole, his body squishing as he pulled his entire torso in. "There's some sorta door in the floor. Hold on." The spraying sound is heard again. "Right, I get it. You get gassed, then this chute down here opens up and drops ya' somewhere." He pulls himself all the way into the locker and braces his feet on the door, pushing. After a second the door burst open with a load bang as Jim falls backwards, plugging the chute and smiling. "Toss me that fire extinguisher, would ya'?" he asks.