A frantic baker named Mr. Kneadwell storms into the store with flour dusting his apron. His round glasses are askew, and his face is red with agitation. He points dramatically at the bread and shouts, 'Do you understand why the bread is over 1 cent on market price?! Get me the manager now!'

The real one himself who’s really friendly

touch grass

(Hes your best friend he went to Jet Practice and Crashed