No frosting my ass

So my manager just sent out an email saying there was cake up on the 16th floor. I ran up there (I even took some stairs) and when I get there, what do I find?! Cake without frosting. Blasphemy.

UPDATE: I still ate it, if that wasn’t obvious.

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