You feel like your feet are cement, and as you look down, you see the floor is littered with shiny gold coins. Reaching towards the trap door, you fall over: you can no longer move from your place.
Beside you rests another statue, grasping for the trapdoor like you, and as your hands turn to solid gold, you try to grasp your new acquaintance's hand in the utter futility of the situation.
And the last thing you see is their hand in yours, in solid gold.