The machine drops Jill and she falls to the floor. Somewhat out of it she lays there for a moment. Her mind still distorted and clouded. She is trying to recall her mission... Her mission, "Damn it way can't I focus! Oh... I am so hungry, I got to eat."
Jill stands up her body fells strange but all she can think of now is food, especially sweets. She walks out of the room and as soon as she does she tilts her head to the air and sniffs as if by instinct. "Food!" she says as drool forms on her mouth.
She runs in the direction of the scent, as her nose leads her. She finds the dinning area of the faucility and opens the doors. There laying before her is tables apon tables of deserts, candies, all sorts of decadent goodies. It is as if they were freshly made for her.
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