So fades the great harvest of my dessert. Nestle left little to chance, didn't they? Turning my own frosting, my own bakery against me. But what hubris to believe they could protect their cookies from me forever. If you have not mastered even these ingredients, then man has not attained the kitchen. Your decadance, may yet be prevented. Cake was your ally, human. But now it has abandoned you. The Pastrychefs have returned. This oven, is now yours.