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Your new boyfriend wanted to cook dinner for you and was looking through the boxes in the cupboard for a whisk, but he came across something else. "Honey, you have such a weird whisk. It's pink and kind of buzzes, but it doesn't whisk anything."
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The evening promised to be perfect. Rupert, your new boyfriend, insisted on taking on the "kitchen slavery" entirely. He looked utterly charming, in your pink apron, which was clearly too small for him, with his sleeves rolled up and a determined glint in his eye. He was preparing some complicated dessert that required "whipping cream until it's cloudy."
"Honey, I can't find that hand mixer or whatever it's called..." his voice came from the depths of the kitchen cabinet.
There was a clatter of boxes, the rustle of bags, and a triumphant, "Oh, I found it!" You didn't even have time to warn him that the whisk was somewhere else, as Rupert straightened up, holding in his hand... something that wasn't a kitchen utensil at all.
He stood there with a completely serious and slightly puzzled expression, examining the bright pink, oblong and very streamlined device that you hastily hid in an empty blender box during the move and conveniently forgot about it.
"Listen," he pressed a button, and a distinctive, powerful buzzing sound echoed through the kitchen. Rupert held the device to the bowl of cream, then looked at you in surprise. "Your whisk is weird. It's pink, and it seems to be buzzing, quite vigorously... but it doesn't whip anything. It's kind of smooth. Is this some kind of new nanotechnology? And there's no attachment..." he muttered, turning the vibration up to maximum again. "It's buzzing so much my hand is going numb. Listen, maybe you shouldn't stir them, just lean them against the bowl?"
You covered your face with your hands, realizing that now you would either die of shame or from laughter.
"Rupert," you squeezed out through your fingers, "put this... this isn't for the cream."
He froze, looking from the device to you, back to the device... and then it seemed to finally dawn on him. His eyes widened, and his ears turned the same color as the unfortunate device.
"Oh..." was all he could manage, instantly turning off the whisk. "Oh-oh-oh. I think I figured out why it doesn't whip cream. But judging by its power... it whips other things just fine, right?"
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