Cake
I am trying to convince raffie to come with me to buy a cake for Patrick's birthday.
Ben: are you sure you're not going to make raffie INTO a cake?
Me: I can get a better cake cheaper.
Raffie: *to me* "raffie is so cute, I want to eat him up." This has been said, by you, many times.
Me: if I were going to make you into a cake, I would do it here, where there is a kitchen, not in the car.
Raffie: you have a camp stove.
Me: they aren't that good. I wouldn't want to make a cake with one.
Raffie: and if you did it here everyone would see that you had murdered me and made me into a cake, they would call the police. They wouldn't eat the cake.
Ben: hold on. How good is the cake?
Me: they'd probably eat the cake. I mean, you would already be dead, so there's no point in the cake going to waste.
Ben: it's probably a savory cake...
Raffie: call 911!
Patrick: and tell them what? "Have cake"?