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As soon as the oven chimed that it was ready, the huge nurse grabbed the baking sheet with me on it, put me in the oven, and locked the door shut. From inside, I could see her pull up a chair, take her costume all the way off, and watch as I cooked. She was playing with her belly and had a wild look in her eye. Looking back, I guess she couldn't even believe what she was doing and felt she was just along for the ride, but back then I just thought she was crazy.
I don't know if you've ever been inside an oven before, and I really hope you haven't because it is ... not fun. The oven was set to 425 degrees--even Death Valley doesn't get above 134, and that's one of the hottest and most dangerous places in the world. Even though it was a big enough oven to fit me inside, it was still cramped. She honestly didn't need to lock the door, because I could barely move and it hurt to do even that. All I could do was lie there, on a metal tray, being cooked alive while this crazy fat nurse watched me and laughed.
The worst part was ... I could smell myself cooking, and even I had to admit I smelled good.
Right about then, through a combination of stress and fear and pure unrelenting heat, I passed out. For a while, I actually felt warm and comfy.
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