Woke up this morning,
Smile at the rising bread,
Three little scones,
Sit on my doorstep.
The Death Cake lures its victims with luscious sponge, whipped cream, dark chocolate sprinkles, and black cherries.
Then it slowly squeezes the arteries, with delicious, chocolaty vengeance.
“So, you have no idea what happened to the last piece of chocolate cake?”
“Daaaad! I already told you, I didn’t eat it!”
“I never said you ate it. Just wondering if you’d seen it.”
“It’s not fair! Why do you always assume it’s me?”
“I’m sorry, honey. I guess that’s not chocolate icing on your nose then, eh.”
“Icing on my…?”
Uh oh.
Listen, please…you gotta help me. I’m stuck in this gooey stuff, and I can’t get down.
I’ve been here for hours…
Just, please, you look like a good person, could you just pry me loose? …hey, waita minute! Stop! Nooo! NOOO—
I’ve submitted a guest comic to Candi. I think I might be too late, but fingers crossed, Starline might like it and put it on the site, or into the forums.