Transcription:Cake Hunters Attacked


 * Hunter's Son: Papa, I don't want to kill nothing.
 * Hunter: I ain't gonna hear no more of this sissy talk. You are a cake hunter like your pappy and your grandpappy before you, and that there is a four-tier beaut. Take the shot.
 * Announcer: This is "Cake Hunters. "
 * Hunter: Hoo-whee! First try.
 * Hunter's Son: Oh, my God. She was a mother!
 * Hunter: Oh, yeah, looks like we got ourselves dessert for a week.
 * Hunter's Son: Oh, no, they're just babies!
 * Hunter: Fuck. She's still alive.
 * Mama Cake: (Roars)
 * Hunter's Son: [Screaming] Lava cake!
 * Hunter: It's kill or be killed, son! Oh, it's red velvet. So moist.
 * Bride: It's such a beautiful cake.
 * Groom: Aw, I just wanted a tower of MoonPies.
 * Papa Cake: (Roars)
 * Crowd: [Screaming]
 * Hunter's Son: Oh, no! It's the papa cake, and he's mad as hell!
 * Apocalypse: Fucking run!