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The man pulled on the suction mechanism. “Come on,” he muttered, pudgy fingers valiantly trying to drag the syringe’s plunger backwards. The syringe, half-filled with gooey strawberry preserves, was jammed. This was a problem. A very big problem.
If he couldn't get the syringe filled with jam, then the puff pastries would be missing a key component. More pressingly, Joel’s favorite customer wouldn’t be able to get his favorite treat. His only favorite treat.
This was bad. This was very, very bad.