“Ohh Jane stop kidding your self you’ll do fine.”
“You don’t understand”
“Understand what? It’s a cake competition”
“Its not a cake competition, its life validation”
“what!?”
“ohh you just don’t get it”
Amy proceeds to drift innocently into a daydream ballet of dancing cakes and evil judges. Her brain lightly sprinkles little droplets of dopamine into her glowing smile.
“Okay well were here”
The car stops in front of a gigantic structure with hundreds of chef’s anxiously waiting for check in.
“Do you think botanical extracts will tamper with caramel in a playful way or in a look at me I’m so fancy way?”
“I don’t know”
Jane and Kelly fall into the back of the line where a sea of puffy hats and all different carts with exotic supplies are being shuffled forward.
“Okay lets make sure we have all your supplies”
A scroll that could house the networking’s for Colonel Clunk’s treasure mystifies the line as it is unraveled and analyzed.
“Okay three bottles of baking soda?”
“Check”
“Flour?”
“Check”
“eggs?”
“Check”
The line moved quickly and before they knew it their eyes dilated by the awe inspiring worshiping of the cake.
“Never have I seen such brilliance, such values”
The chefs gleefully found their stations and started breaking eggs and synthesizing vanilla extract.
“Kelly if I win this we will start our own little bakery some where in a small town just you and me”
“AND BEGIN!”
The center buzzed with the sound of eager chefs desperately doing anything they could to create a masterpiece.
Half way through the competition the lights flickered. A slight sound of shock could be heard in the audience. One by one blenders stopped in mid-blend, Ovens overheated and cookie cutters went blunt.
A drip of sweat found it’s way around the corner of the founder of the event Albert Hermans forehead. He whispered under his breath that he thought this day would never come. He was about to scream to Angie the event coordinator but it was too late.
Flour exploded from within each person’s station. A white fog ensued. When it lifted all were dead. The eggbeaters had made their move.
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