"Janet?" He called out, and in the next second she had popped into existence.
"Yes, Michael?"
"We're going back to formula on this one," he remarked, passing her the yogurt cup. "We need everything nutritional stripped - any sugar, transfats, anything else, increased by 80% - oh, and addictive. It needs to be shockingly addictive." Janet nodded to each request, hanging on his every word.
"Anything else?" She posed.
"Yes." Michael jumped at the chance. "What were the contents of Eleanor Shellstrop's shopping cart when she died?"
"Several bags of chips, a row of assorted candies, "lightly-expired" shrimp, and Margarita mix." Janet listed dutifully.
"Yeah, uh... mix all of that up in there too, we'll see if we can get that subtle aftertaste of dread and post-mortem guilt associated with that day."
"All of those feelings are accurately surmised in the Margarita Mix alone." Janet stated, "But I can definitely combine all of the ingredients to create one that meets your specifications."
"Excellent." Michael clapped his hands together. "I have a great feeling about this one."
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