You find yourself a dish of Ice cream, still didn't want to be it so you wished to change... to no avail. It seems that you could only transform voluntarily a number of times in a limited time or even worse a number of times at all. Stuck on your creamy form you took a look at your surroundings, you see your mother coming to the table to eat you. It looks like she was depressed, maybe she was worried about you maybe she had a bad date still she sat there contemplating you as you started to melt, not quite the pleasant experience as you feel yourself reorganize in a gruesome fashion.
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