"Welcome to the Happy Hermit Bakery and Cookie

"Welcome to the Happy Hermit Bakery and Cookie Emporium!", said the sign hanging awkwardly askew on the door.

The enticing aroma of fresh baking lured her into the shop. Its proprieter was nowhere to be seen. She finally spotted him crouching under an oak table, spying on her mistrustfully

. He wore a tiny chefs hat and kneaded a doughy mass in his cracked dirty hands. "I came because of the smell. It's irresistable." "Your not here to steal my recpi are you

?" "Of course not," the Doughboy Devil replied. "I just thought we could, you know, work together. From the looks of it, you knead me." His eyes looked yeastward. "Your recipe

for disaster is absolutely /fabulous/," The Doughboy Devil let out a quiet chuckle, "You have /got/ to whip it up for me, sometime. Maybe... take a few ingredients from me"

"Uuummmmmmm... I'm sorry I'm not into pastry." I said as he groped me with his doughy fingers.

"You don't look sorry...but you will be!" The pasty-faced, short-fingered tyrant cackled and rearranged his matted, orange 'do. A terrible stench arose from the depths

...it was the wretched reek of the New Jersey Governor's fermenting belly and ass folds that thankfully felled the crazed Judeophile. The Tyrant (call him Donny) threatened to

It was to be made of materials fron only the USA, not cheap chinese junk. The union members were very pleased to know no robots were involved. It was a huge success, need we say.