The Ball Machine

*The door is starting to close as the alarm blares, you get the feeling you should get out of this thing while you still can.* Activating ball creation process. Raw material detected. *A voice says as mechanical arms descend from the ceiling, seemingly going right for you!*

Don't make me balls, *I scream* I don't wanna die! Open up, release me *I yell with a cry* Balls are for playing. No one plays with me. All I'm really saying is I wanna be free!

You don't want to be a big rubber ball? Hm. A person who doesn't want to be a big rubber ball is not very common. And if that's what you really want, well, I don't think the machine is capable of that. *The machine moves forward and picks you up by the arms, bringing you to the ceiling. You feel yourself getting doused in some kind of chemical as the machine prepares to inflate you.*

*The door is starting to close as the alarm blares, you get the feeling you should get out of this thing while you still can.* Activating ball creation process. Raw material detected. *A voice says as mechanical arms descend from the ceiling, seemingly going right for you!*

womp womp... *I swing my arms around wildly.*