Where’s My Cake?!
I unwrapped some saltine crackers at lunch today, and this fell out:
So, where’s my cake? I must find it!
Oh…and if, upon reading the title of this post, you were reminded of Harvie hiding in a ventilation shaft and chowing down on a chocolate cake while the captain of the Genia 17 verbally accosted the cake’s infuriated owner, then congratulations—you’re the only other person on earth who could possibly have made that connection!
