You're struggling as you're drawn down toward the bottom of the
swirling pool of dough. At last the swirling stops, and somehow or
other you manage to swim upward through the thick dough. It seems
thicker and doughier than before, but at last you reach the surface.
You float on the surface of dough, and stare at the room around you.
Everything seems so much larger than before. It's like the room has
become a jumbo jet airplane hangar and the pool is like a lake. You
are exhausted and dog paddle toward the shore. You pull yourself up
and out over the edge of the pool, and crawl on the tile floor. It's
odd, you notice the tiles are 3 foot squares, but you recall the tiles
were the 6" variety. You're confused, you are exhausted and you're
covered with dough. You pass out.
You don't know how long you were unconscious, but you wake at the
sound of thunderous footsteps approaching. A giant hand reaches for
you as you open your eyes. You spring to your feet, but you're too
late. The giant hand wraps around your waist and lifts you off the
floor. You are dizzy as you stare down at the floor stories below you,
and you see the giant feet walking across the tiles. You're carried
out of the pool area into some sort of kitchen.
You're slammed down on a marble counter, and the giant starts to
massage you.