Pie. The darkest, most powerful of magic. Able to control even the strongest of minds, many have fallen prey to its crispy, crumbly shell and succulent fruity innards.

But with its deliciousness comes a terrible price… a horribly burned tongue. So we must summon all of our courage and obedience and wait out this bubbling, syrupy inferno, and preserve our dignity. The smell alone has us weak and tempted, but we shall endure. We shall endure.

But that bit, just there, where the syrup has run out the crust… do I dare taste it? I know I must not, and I know from before that my paws will sizzle in sugary fire, but again my mind goads me on and on. Taste the pie. Taste it…