After finishing her absurdly huge lunch, Clover grabbed her Compowder and called Jerry at WOOHP.
"Yes, Clover?" Jerry said.
"Please tell me that you've come somewhere close to a cure." Clover said.
"Well, we have an experimental formula that could reverse Bittersweet's formula's effects, in theory." Jerry said. "But there are some risks..."
"I don't care, i want to lose this weight!" Clover said. "I'll do anything!"
"*sigh* Oh, alright." Jerry said. "I'll call you in."
"Okay..." Clover said, wierded out by Jerry's tone at the end of her call. "Wait, what do you-"
Suddenly, a trap-door opened underneath Clover and sucked her in like a vacuum cleaner! After some falling, she landed on a large featherbed, all dizzy.
"I apologize for the feather-filled mattress, the sofa is getting some stains removed." Jerry said. "Well, let's try this cure out.
Clover followed Jerry to the WOOHP lab, and sat at a table as one scientist brought a syringe with him.
"Now I must warn you, this only has a 10% chance of curing you permanently..." the scientist said.
"Better than no chance!" Clover said. "Come on, give me the shot!"
The scientist then placed the syringe into Clover's arm, and pushed the plunger down. When he pulled it out, Clover began to shake violently, as she felt the effects take place...
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