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cake.
ingedits: 1 bute, 1 cehes, 1 mik, 1 cram
1. putt buet in bolw.
2. crsuh chess an str in milik.
3. mix camer fo 12 mitnes.
4. ut mxturu in oveen. bak fr 90 miinet.
5. teka ou of voen ad seveee on taabe.
BRING OUT ZE CAIK TRUK!!!!
*hundreds of cake trucks appear, and I get squished by cakes that look like bricks*
Cake Truck Guy: Which type of cake would you like?
Fried? Sticky? Liquid? Solid? Rotten? Metallic? Wooden? Internet? Microscopic? Inflatable? Giant? Living?
Or cheese?
*gears up along with 4 other cake truck drivers*
Alright, everyone ready?
4 Cake Truck Drivers: Yes.
--- [ = ] ---
And so, the 5 travelers, John, Cena, Planck, Rabbit, and some other guy, braved through the cold mountains, sliced through the metal forest, and brought down the floating island of long-range skeletons, bringing themselves closer to the Land of the Sacred Shoe Cake.
However, the journey was far from a breeze.
Cena's sacrifice on the Bigfoot of the Matter, John's eternal transformation into a solid, golden statue from the Great Ark of Medusa, the death-defying act of Rabbit's traitorous turn, and the loss of Planck's arm, culminating to a wealthy farm of trees, able to provide an infinite supple of arm food to the poor villages, all tried to turn the survivors away from their quest, but to no avail.
They were experienced, determined, unwavering, to finish the ultimate quest their lives had received. From the ultimate god, the forger of the seas, the raiser of the lands, and the airtight controller of space...
whynotll83...
--- [ = ] ---
*Me and Planck come back with the sacred shoe cake*
T'was a treacherous journey, a quest full of dangers and loss, but... we did it.
Planck: The sacred shoe cake...
*The sacred shoe cake is placed on the divine table of gold, ready to be feasted upon, as Planck begins to pray and utter religious sermons...*
That one guy from a call of duty game: *throws grenades everywhere*