"...a diaper commercial."
You look quizzically at her. She seems to take your meaning.
"I know hardly the greatest role of all time or worth going to the expense of hiring someone like you. Mr. Robert's my, or well our now, boss is hoping to get that script you read earlier moved forward to filming. But the studio doesn't want to bankroll such a major project until they see that you are capable of working well under direction. You do well with little jobs like this and next thing you know you'll be a world wide sensation."
"I guess that makes sense."
"Glad you can keep up! Now let's get you out of here. It's time for you to see your new home."
With that you're carried out to a waiting car. Karen opens the back door and buckles you into a rear facing car seat. You're curious to see a hanging set of baby toys attached to the seat.
"What are those for?"
"They're toys. Go on give them a try."
This is silly you're not so easily amused. You grab one and pull it back and let it go only to become transfixed as it starts playing music.
"Part of the mental reconditioning I'm told. At your age a lot of things that you might have previously enjoyed are beyond your ability to participate in. So you will now find that you enjoy more age appropriate pass times."
She's not sure if you're listening as you stuff one of the toys in your mouth. Laughing, she climbs in the driver seat and pulls away.