"I'm kinda not in the mood. Can I try out the machine?"
"Absolutely not!" Keenbean declared. It was no use. The son of the world's richest man barely understood the meaning of the word 'no' and ducked around the Professor to the computer monitor. "Richie! Your father didn't ask me to develop this machine so that I could turn you into a bowling ball!"
"Then we wont tell him," Richie replied, as he laid the camera aside and began to type into the machine. "Oh, Professor, I found your problem. You had the compression setting way too high. That's why everything came out like bowling balls. There. Fixed."
"That's fantastic news Richie, but..." Keenbean gaped in horror as the boy finished typing into the computer. The machine powered up and, as the metal cage trundled past along the conveyor belt, Richie climbed up the wire mesh, into the cage, and pulled the lid down.
"Richie!" Keenbean yelped in concern. "It's not been tested yet! Richie! Get out of there!" He couldn't watch as the cage vanished out of sight into the contraption. There was the sound of transmogrification. When his father found out about this...
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