Son, we live in a world that has plates, and those plates have to fill the stomachs of people. What's going to do it? You? Cake? Pie has greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for cake and you curse the pie. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that pie's ascent, while tragic, probably saved lives. And its existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you WANT pie on that plate. You NEED pie on that plate. You use words like "Breading, frosting, tastiness." Pie uses these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. Cake uses them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor inclination to explain myself to a person who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom pie provides, and then questions the manner pie provides it. I would rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a pie and eat it. Either way I don't give a damn about what desert you think you're entitled to. All hail the pie.