You shouldn't trust an evil man to bake a cake.
He'll put in the eggs and flour and butter and baking soda and all that.
But then he'll mix in a thousand innocent souls.
And a few overripe bananas.
He'll mash everything up, bruising the poor souls like crazy, and then he'll put the batter in a cake pan, and the cake pan in the oven, and in forty-five minutes all the innocent souls will have been baked to death at 450 degrees.
You'll ask him, "Why did so many pure and sinless people have to die for the baking of your cake?"
And he'll say, "I was out of vanilla."
