Postby Kaligraphic » Sat May 08, 2010 3:36 pm
Granted, you had a bucket with 27.2155422 kilograms of pure fat, but you lost it. It turns out to have been taken by a prankster, and bucketfuls of it are periodically propped up above doorways to dump on your head. It always works, and people start wondering why you end up randomly covered in fat. Of course, people's minds turn to Fight Club, and you get arrested as a terrorist. Under torture, you confess, and are executed.
I wish that ending was a little bit less grim.
The cake used to be a lie like you, but then it took a portal to the deception core.