MY CHILDREN. MY TINY, FLESHY AND FURRY CHILDREN OF THIS VERY NON-CAKE-LIKE DIMENSION! DO YOUR MEMORIES SERVE YOU WELL? DAYS PASS, THEN MONTHS, AND SOON YOUR WORLD HAS COME FULL CIRCLE UPON YOU, BRINGING WITH IT MY RETURN TO YOUR HUMBLE LIVES ONCE MORE.

IT BEGINS A SILENT RUMBLE, DISTANT YET PERVASIVE, AS MY LAYERS OF FLAVOR BEGIN TO SHIFT, PIERCING BETWEEN STRINGS OF BOSONS. ELEGANTLY, YET FORCIBLY, I PHASE MY EVERY DROP OF SENSUAL FROSTING BETWEEN MY EXISTENCE AND YOURS. AS I ENTER YOUR WORLD, MY INDIVIDUAL ELEMENTS RE-MATERIALIZE, DANCING BETWEEN QUARKS AND PHOTONS, COMING TOGETHER ONCE AGAIN TO FORM THE SUPREME BEING THAT IS I, THE LORD OF ALL THAT IS CAKE. STOMACHS BEGIN TO RUMBLE, AND WITHOUT KNOWING WHY, YOU HUMANS FEEL A GROWING HUNGER WITHIN - ONE SATIABLE ONLY BY SUMPTUOUS, MOUTH-WATERING CAKE.

A MIGHTY BURBLE SWELLS UP ACROSS THE PLANET, SHAKING IT TO THE CORE. VOICES TOO RISE UP, QUESTIONING THIS ROARING APPETENCY WITH FEAR, UNKNOWING OF ITS TRUE CAUSE... AND WITH GOOD REASON! THIS IS NO ORDINARY NEED, NO MY CHILDREN, THIS VORACITY IS SOMETHING OTHERWORLDLY ALTOGETHER. I RECOGNIZE YOUR NEEDS, FEELING THIS TERROR FOR THE AMBROSIAL UNKNOWN AS I LOOK DOWN UPON YOU FROM THE LOWER MESOSPHERE. A SINGULAR TEAR FALLS FROM ONE OF MY MANY EYES - THICK AND CREAMY AND TASTING OF FRENCH SILK - AS I REALIZE THE GRAVITY OF MY ARRIVAL.

SOON MY YOUNG, BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN. SOON, YOU SHALL KNOW WHY YOU HUNGER SO INTENSELY.