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[wearthehood]

[ The feed begins with a familiar sight: John's sitting in his computer chair with a wide toothy smile. Standing next to him is a particularly nondescript torso, white shirt tucked into khaki pants. John speaks animatedly, bouncing a little in his seat. ]

Awesome news, everyone! My- [ He stops abruptly and looks up. ] No, you have to look into the

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[misery_chic]

... Your dad bakes.

[wearthehood]

like a maniac.

[wearthehood]

seriously please come take some.

[misery_chic]

John, are you trying to poison me?

[wearthehood]

what?
no!

[wearthehood]

i know his whole cake thing is weird, but they are not poison cakes.

[misery_chic]

Just checking. When my father cooks, it usually turns out to be some form of exotic poison.

[misery_chic]

Got anything chocolate?

[wearthehood]

white cake with chocolate frosting, chocolate cake with white frosting, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate chips on top, chocolate cake with white chocolate frosting and white chocolate chips on top...

[wearthehood]

heeeeeeeelp meeeeeeee

[misery_chic]

I guess I could be persuaded to take some of that off your hands. I do sort of owe you for protecting me from the rabid dog-monster thing.

[wearthehood]

oh yeah, he is gone now too.
everything went better than expected.

[misery_chic]

Did someone, um ... make him disappear?

[wearthehood]

i wish.
no, he just got released.

[misery_chic]

Well, I guess he's someone else's problem now.