"Can I please have some more time to think about it?" you ask.
Silence passes.
You get nervous.
More silence passes.
You were about to repeat your question when you finally got a response.
"No," the voice says, "you will become a puddle."
Wait what?
What does that mean?
You try to ask the voice what it means.
Then it says, "Your decisions are now irrelevant."
Suddenly you feel your body weaken, then it loses shape.
You break down.
You melt.
You are the pink latex puddle now.
The voice is such a cruel jerk.