cake「 mark 」

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the next cake was a tad more problematic. 

why? how?

well, written in red block letters was:

"i'm sorry i freaked your neighbors out by yelling 'hail satan' over and over at 3 am."

jackson found it just as comical, but mark began to over-speculate.

"maybe we shouldn't be fucking with this guy's cake, dude," he said skeptically, but he still gave into the red velvet temptation as he was handed a piece of it decorated skillfully with red, yellow and orange flames over a black background. "he might try to turn us into human sacrifices or some shit."

"honestly? with all the papers i have due that i haven't even started, i'd welcome it."