To me cake bombing is designing a system that can fill a chest past max capacity by a lot, so it’s so pressurized that even slightly tapping on the chest would cause an explosion. If it were to be used I’d take it as a landslide of cake pouring out of chest with so much speed from the pressure release it hits hard enough to knock someone almost or fully unconscious.
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"What the hell did I just walk into?" + buddie if it sparks joy 😊 (I imagine there's a lot of different chaotic ways this could go lol)
5. What the hell did I just walk into?
"What the hell did I just walk into?" Eddie asks, slowly lowering the grocery bags.
He normally tries not to swear in front of Chris, tries to set a good example, but Chris is growing up and they've reached a point where not a day goes by that Eddie doesn't hear a refrain of "Dad, I'm basically a teenager."
Both Chris and Buck look up with matching pairs of wide eyes. There's flour behind Chris's glasses, somehow, and swatches of multicoloured frosting all over Buck's face and shirt.
"Surprise?" Buck offers, holding up a tray of halfway iced cookies. The ones that are decorated spell out "H-A-P-P-Y-B-I-R-E-D-D" like they'd apparently decided at some point not to spell the words out in order.
Eddie looks beyond their current decorating scheme to the kitchen itself. Neither Buck nor Chris look themselves. They keep facing Eddie, at least until he wades through the gratuitous amount of...substance...covering the kitchen floor.
"What...I just want to know what the logic here was," Eddie says, setting the grocery bags down on the counter and then looking at his boys imploringly. "Like, clearly, there was a catastrophe of some sort--"
"Testing whether baking soda and vinegar was adequate or if we should go with elephant toothpaste for the volcano project," Buck says.
"--but then instead of cleaning that up first, you pivoted to baking cookies," Eddie said.
"We started the cookies first," Chris says, elbowing his glasses up his nose. "And then tested the volcanoes while we waited for them to cool."
"And then realised you were going to be home soon and we could either clean up first or decorate your cookies first, and a decision was made," Buck says.
Eddie nods slowly. "And do you stand by that decision, Buck?"
Buck flushes. "The decision was made."
"Plus, we figured we could distract you with cookies while we cleaned up," Chris adds.
"Right," Eddie says. He stacks the H-A-P-P-Y cookies together and pulls one of the beer bottles from the groceries. "Well, put the groceries away, too, while you're at it."
He pauses on his way back out of the kitchen to kiss them each on the cheek, and retreats for the living room. He's proud of himself for making it until the kitchen door is shut before he starts laughing.
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are you kidding me? your non stop posts have been keeping me alive 😭 like it’s so fun to hear from you. your not bothering anyone. I genuinely do enjoy you’re frequent posts, it makes you seem more approachable and friendly cuz your so *here*. keep on truckin’ along, and get better soon! 💖🙏
Well I'm glad it makes me seem more friendly, at lkeast something good is coming out of this XD I will keep truckin
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HEADCANON. / kabiguru’s an incredibly gifted chemist. where he lacks in great understanding of physics and/or technology as his other spider-peers, he makes up with extreme precise knowledge of many forms of chemical application. in his earth-721, the knowledge of him and his fellow colleagues have applied has made the presence of blood-borne &. food-borne pathogens nigh non-existent; with the development of cures that have eliminated their existence and prevented further variants. ( though, it is an oscorp cure so… there may or may not be some tomfoolery in the background that whip-web’s is always at the forefront of shutting down )
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“Sometimes, I really miss doing stuff like this to Miss. Smith.”
“Although, filling the detention room with foam was equally fun!”
“A 6 percent solution of peroxide, mixed with yeast and dish detergent. Bam! Foam city!”
“I said it was my science experiment gone haywire. She doesn’t know it was on purpose, although I’m sure she highly suspected it!”
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