That whole cake or death thing is more serious than he let on, especially when that 'or' can also be an 'and'. Let me give you an example:

SaffieBoyThing: Cake or Death?

Me: Cake, please!

SaffieBoyThing: Here are six samples for your tasting experience.

Me: Yay!

(Eats cakes.)

Me: Sir, I believe you misplaced some Death in my Cake.

SaffieBoyThing: Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you that particular item is a two-for-one special. How was it?

Me: Well, I quite enjoyed it, except for the Death.

SaffieBoyThing: My deepest apologies, miss. I promise it won't happen again.

Me: That's quite all right, but if you'll excuse me, I must go and expire now.

(Dies.)

And that's exactly how it happened today when I was out with Saffie's Boything testing potential wedding cakes. Well, minus the proper Victorian dialog and the literal messy death-ness. Turns out that special banana cake he wanted to try also came with a peanut-caramel filling. And I didn't realize it until halfway through the second bite. Fortunately we were nearing the end of the consultation, and were able to leave fairly quickly to run across the street so I could get some Benadryl. But I was pretty much out of commission for the rest of the day, curled up and sleeping it off on the couch while the rest of the family was at my brother's house for a father's day BBQ. Which I don't actually mind since I never want to go to those things anyway. Yay me?

So, *lunaverse, when you gonna draw me facing down Mr. Peanut? And does anyone know how I can paint that peanutty bastard on one of those inflatable punching bags? I'm feeling in the mood for some cathartic violence.