Jerry Crusty had a rare date set up for tonight, if everything went according to his plans, tonight would be the night that he lost his not-gay virginity.
Jerry stared really awkwardly right at the camera and opened his mouth, only to close it again moments later.
Jerry's undying eye-contact with the audience was very troubling "If I am to impress Jess Crest tonight…." The camera zooms into an uneven portion of his brow before panning to meet his unfazed glare. "... I must bake a cake."
The screen fades to black, only Jerry's irregular breathing can be discerned as the video still running.
"I have gathered the recipe pages for the ultimate cake." Jerry sneezed unblinkingly.
"two eggs, one butter, three flour, and a sugar…" Jerry's unlikely palms fidgeted with the tattered pages passed from generation to generation of the Crusty family.
Jerry hopped the bus and arrived at old man Jack Crack's farmstead. He spoke sweet nothings to the cow until she erupted buttery on his hands. "Thank you, bovine."
Jerry then tied old man Jack to a chair and forced him to watch as he raided the pantry for sugar.
Our amazing brotagonist Jerry Crusty then punched a field of tall grasses into flour dusts.
Jerry stood motionless before a flock of chickens for eighteen octillion years until cyclical time reversed unto itself and the hens reverted into eggs.
Jerry baked a pretty cake.
