all-in, my friend

Right. Joel, what's in the special cake tin?

(while we wait for Joel, I'd just like to say that it's raining against the window, and it sounds rather lovely.)

i'm listening to the sounds of my brother counting change.

It's tense business, this warfare, isn't it? Fortunately I'm used to waiting in this kind of situation; when I was fighting the cheesecake war with Thurston, we once had to wait three days in a trench, waiting for fresh supplies of biscuit base. Now and again the enemy would send vome hard, old scones over the top, testing our reserve, but we stuck it out.

IM BACK

inside the speacial cake tin is a speacial spicey cake that burns your skin

With this new and most dreadful of weapons, the spoils of victory will surely be ours.

Sorry I'm late, schizo! I had a gigantik book report to eat!

O RLY?

And NO! The spoils are already mine for the taking! With this CAKE WITH A ROBOT INSIDE OF IT THAT SPITS OUT SNAKES!!! VENOMOUS SNAKES!!!

YA RLY.

WELL RLY! Robots that spit out snakes? Ptahhh! You rely too much on new fangled technology, my dear friend.

(hey Joel, why don't we have a snake-spitting robot?)

New-fangled my touchey!!! Its the finest in modern snake-spitting teknology!

yep robots rule. that sounds good

^New-fangled, I tell you. Remember:

Who cares. You clearly haven't seen mine and *schizo, c
mERE!!!.. schizo's awesome armor. We could block ARMOR-eating cake with this shit!

I know it's a terrible faux pas, what with being in the middle of a war zone and all, but I really am awfully tired, you see, so I simply must go to bed.

G'night, Jade, Joel, Steve (posting the tape in the morning), Пятхъдесят Шест and Cantakerous. It's been a fun night.

Have a good night, Seb. Good luck sleeping with all that cake in yr bed!!!

good night

Look's like it's just you an' me. *Eye-yee-eye-yee-eyeeeee.....bow boow boowwwwwwwwww... (ennio morricone music)