Granted, But what some how escapes you is that Thingamgigs Is ancient for a particular breed of servants to the deep one. Your cnack becomes the doom bringer of the end of the world as we know it. It truley is the devils food cake spreading its surgary evilness across the land. To no avail the country of the world sent championship eaters in to try and destroy the pastries, only to have them turn into the mindless eating machines that they so desired to be. Instead of food however they thirsted after the verry souls of other living creatures, venturing out into the world spreading there horror. Mad ness spread even further as master bakers throughout the lands tried to bake cakes for good, tried to make cakes that would defend .. but all was bleek, for the good cakes would not animate, there was no good, there was only madness.
I wish I had a firmer grasp on what makes me so repulsive to the love interests.