She injected happiness into the room like cream into a Twinkie.
She poked all three of us and filled our spongy bodies with white sugary goodness, and we soaked it in, made it a part of us.
We wanted to burst, but she tricked us into stepping into a monstrous packaging machine, where she preserved us and sent us on our way.
Looking back, she was laughing and pointing at our behinds.
More men were lined up at her door, unaware.