A quiet evening when you decided to decorate a sponge cake you got 40% off at the supermarket, sponge was soggy, you have no idea where that came from, cakes don't just release sticky substance nonetheless you decided to decorate it with your fairly cheap frosting—One hour has pass and your cake looked like misery, depressive, so you putted googly eyes on it and your grandma's denture and TADAAA— it looks diabolical. But wait, it started moving, the cake vibrating, it speaks incoherence words.

Evil cake