Baked Into a Living Cake

I tumble back onto the hard metal conveyor belt and am dumped backwards into a dish.

A white cloud forms around me as the flour puffs up from underneath me. Im then drenched

in eggs. The whites running all in my eyes and drenching my jacket. I try to scream

but they just run down my face and into my open mouth. I'm then thrown into a big bassin

of cold milk. I splash around gasping for air and grabbing at the sides of the

bowl to pull myself out. I don't want you to make me into a cake.

I look up in horror only to see big bagsof flour coming down around me and covering me from

head to toe in the white powder. Making me such a mess. A big metal whisk