Terror! She'd just pressed a button which may as well have had "Extreme danger: Do not push" printed next to it on a machine which had just appeared in her home! What was it? She stared in dread at it's rounded corners; at it's mock organic curves and textured bumps. It's gun-metal blackness.
And nothing was happening.
No growth of any kind. Not even a cofee or a Mars bar. It was surreal. If she'd bought a big metal box, then she'd expect it not to work, but if one just appeared like black monolith, then you didn't expect it to be knackered! She opened the patio doors and felt the fresh morning air on her face.
Poot.
It had made a noise. Poot? It sounded like a polite lady farting. Missy giggled.
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