Marilyn says "Come with me". You follow. There seems to be little choice. You will return here next time you are eaten anyway.

"Now help me pull this."

"Isn't this the mixer?"

"Another version of it. It works on the same principles, but since it makes a different product, it has a different mix of beaters and workings."

"What am I going to be turned into?"

"Gasoline"

"Gasoline?"

"Yes, the price is high, and getting higher. And we have all this potential gas just walking the streets. There is a fortune to be make there if I can just get the machine working properly."

"But..."

"Come along"

You do, and are soon beside her car in the parking lot. "Now put your feet in and we can get going."

The feeling of the beaters is a little different this time. More stimulating and more like a massage. Your lovely legs tingle and you are looking forward as more of you sinks into the soup. You find it especially nice at your center and try to prevent further sinking, a tactic that rewards you with a nice climax, nice enough to make you lose your grip and more of you sinks down.

The beaters continue their soothing action as your chest slips past the lips. Again you experience a mental climax, this one one of the gentlest you ever have, but none the less a quite pleasant one. It leaves you almost asleep and you barely notice as your head joins the rest of you in the brew. You briefly notice the smell of gas, but fades out as your sense of smell seems to vanish.

A moment later you realize you have once again been converted to a liquid, gas presumably, and you are watching Marilyn pour you into the car's gas tank. Then you are inside, looking out the gas tube, until Marilyn puts the cap back on.

You can only sit in the dark, until Marilyn starts the car. Then you feel yourself pouring out of the tank and into the engine. You have a moment of panic that the burning of the gas will hurt, but it is somehow exhilerating instead.
Also liberating. As you burn, your view expands to first the engine, then additional parts of the car until you seem to be the entire car. You have wheels, 4 of them, instead of 2 feet, and most everything else is also different, while being the same, but you seem to be all here, and all of the car.

You have only a vague idea how long Marilyn has been driving you. Possibly a few minutes, possibly an hour. It is even possible you "slept" when she shut the car off for some period of time. But now you are fully awake and when she pulls into a shopping center and cuts off the motor, you remain aware.

"Hi, Marilyn!"

"Oh, hello, Paulina" Marilyn returns the greetings of another shopper, a slender brunette with a dreamy expression. As the 2 women stand at your front, you realize she also has a wonderful flavor to her, and you are rather hungry.