Of course Violet had no idea what eithee option meant. She sat there moaning, and contemplating over what to pick. "What do either of those mean anyway?" she asked herself.
The feminine voice said, "Picking default choice in ten seconds."
Violet hurriedly decided on Maturica. She said it aloud, and was catapulted into a large bowl.
"This is strange," she said to herself.
Without warning, a whirring noise sounded from above. Violet had no cause to be alarmed, except for the fact that the noise was getting closer and closer, and she couldn't see what it was, for her head was too sunk in her enormous body to be able to look up. Then she realized what was happening-she was in a mixing bowl and the whirring noise was the beaters.
It turns out she was right, for several minutes later, she found herself being battered by the mixer, which was apparently a method of juicing. Violet's screams, however, could not be heard above the loud whir of the mixer. When the nightmare wae finally over, Violet found herself no smaller than before. The feminine voice said, "We are sorry for the inconvenience, but we are experiencing technical difficulties. Violet Beauregarde will have to live here permanantly and her mother will have to work to pay off Violet's caretaking."
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