Jen looked at her phone. It was Sarah, one of her friends. "Hey Jen, could I get a ride? My car won't start. Jen, are you there? Jen?"
Just as she heard her name, a blinding flash filled the room, knocking her out. Her phone fell to the ground. As Jen came to, she found herself in the garage. It was dark, light peaking beneath the door. She looked around frantically, eventually finding the button to open it. As it slowly cracked open, light flooded the space.
She looked over, her car seeming taller than it had before. She realized her legs felt strange. They didn't seem to cooperate, and they felt strangely numb. She looked down, increasingly frantic, and screamed.
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK??!!"
When she looked down, she saw the front of her father's old lawn mower. Looking behind her she saw the pushbar, with its throttle bar and pullchord. Her parents were rich, but thrifty, her father keeping the same dilapidated mower he'd bought from a friend decades ago. She shuddered as she ran her hands along its body, feeling her fingers against the metal as if it were her own skin.
She felt thirsty, and hungry. The pangs emitted not from her stomach, but from her gas tank. She began to panic, unable to move as the dire reality of her situation set in. She'd always hated her father's loud, smelly, rusty lawn mower, and now she found herself living her personal nightmare, as her torso erupted from atop it...