Why thank you, Mr. President. I will eat cake for supper tonight. And its not like I won't have time to bake one today, for I have no pesky job to interrupt me from doing so. You see, my employer found some guy in China who offered to do my job for a whole lot less than he was paying me, and Hsing doesn't even eat cake (just rice and stuff that I probably wouldn't feed to my cat). It seems that many of the other employers around here have the same money-saving idea as well, for more and more of my neighbors are sitting around in their kitchens during the day, eating their cake and working on their resumes.
Won't you join me for a slice when you have some free time, Mr. Bush? Say, any time after Election Day in 2004? By that time, the local McDonalds should need some help and I can smuggle some day-old apple pies out for a nice treat for the both of us.