I am the Great Mighty Cake
and I'm going to throw my dough at you.
A huge supply of cream comes from my chocolate starfish.
How about some jam, you little cunt?

Do you really think you'll survive in here?
You don't seem to know which gym you're in.
Spicy curry is the only thing that makes it through my tiers.
How d'you think I keep this lovely form?
(Have some more fondant!)

Now I'm really getting rather mad.
You're like a niggly tiggly british little custard.
When I knock you out with all my mix,
I'm going to take your head and ram it up my nuts!
Your nuts?
My nuts!
Your nuts?!
That's right, my nuts!
Err ...!
My nuts!
Agh!
My nuuuuuts!