Wrong Kind of Marks

"we're sorry..." began a dejected reply, before mr cake cut them off. "sorry isn't going to clean this up! sorry isn't going to replace all that stock! sorry is - " just then, pinkie burst through the door looking shocked.

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A Day with a Derp

I replied before she and mr. cake swapped places at the register again. "all right then. can i get you anything today, james?" mr.

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Pink Personal Hell and Altering Fate

mr. cake laughed. the music stopped a few minutes later. "so that's what he's doing in here? just making the perfect song?" "what else do you think he'd be doing?" mr. cake asked. "...nothing, nothing. say, i do have some bits around."

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Sins of Humanity

As i pondered the meaning of this message, mr. cake came walking my way after doing inventory in the storeroom at the far side of the storefront. "what's tat you got, james? twilight drop off something for you?"

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Playing Curse

"oh, so now mr. cake king gets to decide what's fair and what's not. i'm sorry, i didn't realize you made the rules about all cakes. would you like to tell me how i'm supposed to chew too?" "what are you even..."

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To Hell and Back

But before any of them could speak up, mr. cake spoke. "i think we should give them a moment. come along, everypony."

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Helpful Ex(dis)tractions: Emotional Quantity

mr. cake's has been; quite impressive for a unicorn., if a just bit smaller.

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The Second Coming - Chapter 3

"mr. cakes is great and all, but... wow, he really plowed me through with that enormous hunk of cock!" "talking about cere'qul?" fluttershy asked. the other two mares looked over at her.

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Flash Fic Collection 2_1

Then he'd only come on the days pinkie or mr. cake were likely to be his server. after another month he was certain he had figured it out! the stress of navigating that mess was solved.

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Friendship is Hunted: The Twilight Hour

Sweetie belle cried out, mr. cake trying to resuscitate her as the huntsman turned to look at twilight, raising an invisible eyebrow up, pinkie pie waving a cherry pie of her own in front of mrs.cake's nostrils to rouse her.

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From Bud to Bloom

I nodded and replied, "thanks, mr. cake. i guess this means i'll see you wednesday." i waved goodbye as i headed out the back door.

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Return of Nightmares

I then peeked into the kitchen to see mr. cake spreading chocolate onto the chocolate drops. "mr. cake? i've been called to canterlot with pinkie pie. princess celestia's orders.

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