Mrs. Sobek: Honey, I made a cake for your birthday!
Sobek: Wow, that thing is huge.
Mrs. Sobek: That's because, as a special treat for your 4,000th birthday, I got you a cake with a stripper inside.
Sobek: HOT DIGGITY!!!
Mrs. Sobek: I knew you'd like it.
Sobek: ...
Mrs. Sobek: ...
Sobek: So, uh, when does the stripper jump out?
Mrs. Sobek: I don't know. I don't think she's moved at all since I baked the thing yesterday.
Sobek: Baked?
Mrs. Sobek: She sure did put up a fuss when I forced her into the gigantic cake mold and poured in the cake mix.
Sobek: ...
Mrs. Sobek: ...
Sobek: ...
Mrs. Sobek: ...
Sobek: So, basically, there's a dead stripper in my birthday cake.
Mrs. Sobek: Now that you mention it, I
was kind of curious how she was supposed to survive in an oven at 350 degrees.
Sobek: I see.
Mrs. Sobek: ...
Sobek: ...
Mrs. Sobek: ...
Sobek: ...
Mrs. Sobek: I notice the presence of a dead stripper in your cake isn't exactly stopping you from picking at it.
Sobek: Well I'm not eating any parts that are actually
touching the corpse.
Mrs. Sobek: Fair enough. Happy birthday, sweetie. You don't look a day older than 3,500.
Sobek: Thanks, dear.
Mrs. Sobek: Honey, I made a cake for your birthday!
Sobek: Wow, that thing is huge.
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