Jamie Bondage lets out a gak as she falls into the ball pit, letting out a screech. 'Oh, god, no, please, not the balls!' she's barely able to make it to the surface, gasping as he climbs out, panting as she looks around in terror, crawling out quickly. 'What on...' She stares up at the sign. 'Y-Yes, sir.' she says, fearing the authority of the Employee, flopping onto the floor, breathing hard in her catsuit. She looks around. It's like a Vietnam veteran being dropped into Iraq- flashbacks of bratty kids she's babysitted flash before her eyes until she stands up. 'I support that idea. The... getting something to eat, not the fetish for Asian women.' she says, as she walks towards the door behind Yuki, looking back towards Carrie. 'C'mon, wrench wench, nothing good ever comes from ballpits.' she says darkly, hinting towards some former memories.