Scene: Kitchen of Mom and Dad Banshee
Me: I want cake.
Mom Banshee: I've never really been a cake person.
Dad Banshee: That's why we never have cake. No cake for me. Ever.
Mom Banshee: But a whole cake? That would feed 12 people!
Dad Banshee: Eat fast!
Mom Banshee: I make cakes!
Dad Banshee: *mutters* Yeah, GARLIC cake.
Mom Banshee: What the hell did you just say?
Dad Banshee: The last cake you made tasted like garlic.
Mom Banshee: And whose fault was that!
Dad Banshee: Well, how was I supposed to know you were going to make a cake in the pan I made alioli in???
Mom Banshee: How was I supposed to know that you were going to make alioli in the pan I make CAKE in???
Dad Banshee: I didn't taste the garlic.
Mom Banshee: I did! Brother of Banshee did!
Me: I didn't. Wait, when did that happen?
Mom Banshee: Two years ago on Christmas.
Me: Oh, I ate it. But I was drunk.
Mom and Dad Banshee: Of course you were.
Me: Anyway, for my year soberversary, buster, I get cake.
Dad Banshee: Ooooh, with mocha icing? My mother used to make that.
Me: Yeah! White cake with mocha icing! I've been talking about it on the blog FOREVER!
Dad Banshee: Yeah! Cake!
Me: The internet wants you to make me a cake, Mom.
Dad Banshee: Yeah, we want cake. But not cake that tastes like garlic.
Me: Yeah, cake that tastes like cake.
Mom Banshee: OH MY GOD, STOP TALKING ABOUT CAKE, OPRAH IS ON!!!! SHUT! UP! BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUP!!!
Oprah: How to have your cake and eat it too…
Dad Banshee and Me: MAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!!! *high five*
Mom Banshee: *flips us both the bird*
Give me the cake and no one gets hurt.