Water swirled around Charlie, washing him clean, and then vanishing. Then the food mixer spun up, and he found himself sinking into the blades as he was chopped and minced up from the feet. It didn't hurt, it just felt like he was relaxing bomnelessly (which was quite true). He was quickly reduced to a layer of strawberry puree in the bottom of the mixer, though he was still somehow aware of what as going on outside it.<br/><br/>Stuff was poured into the bowl, pectin and sugar, though he didn't realise it. The food mixer spun up again to mix it in, and the whole boiling was lifted up and poured into a vat over a large gas ring. It lit, and a mixing arm started to stir huim. He could feel the heat, and the mixing arm moving through his body, stirring and mixing him.