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Loki cannot help squealing – no, no, yelling in fright – when, as payment for his cake-in-a-cup present to “Amma,” they bring him to the ingredient kitchen and plop him bodily – as if just another ingredient – into a very big, very alive thing that is floating lazily in a huge tub of unfrozen water.
The thing looks like a pair of decorative, elongated, flattish bowls which are hinged on one side and can flap somewhat like a flying insect’s wings, if quite slowly.
And it is about to fall shut like a mouth with him still inside of it.
So of course he… yelps… again, and frantically tries to escape, even by leaping into his captor’s arms, who began this torment in the first place.
And all that, apparently, just to stop him from trying to get out of his punishment, especially by bribery, as “Amma” then explains, while the both of them dine on the soft, somewhat slippery, somewhat gummy flesh of the very thing that has just frightened him so.