Where is the cake? You totally promised me there would be cake. Words fail me. That simpering gleam in your eyes is well-deserved, you swine.
Yes, I'm still ****** about it. You said I could have some. All I wanted was a bite because I don't even particularly like cake, but I guess all those sweet words of yours were just artifice.
No, that's okay. I understand, you just did what you had to. If that entails giving away my cake, I don't care. I'm not going to hold a grudge or anything over something stupid like cake. Ha! Don't be ridiculous, it's not like the cake was good, right? Carrot cake, you say?
Someday there will be time to reminisce, But now my current plan is one of dread: To yank your hair and whisper "**** on this," And pull your eyes out of your ******* head.