Atop the hill, the man must have stayed there for a long time, as there was a big wooden house carved to perfection. He loved his great house, but at some time, he must have thought: "Man, I'm as bored as the bedroom floor. I need something to do! and fast!" He thought really, really hard. and then, it clicked! he could make a cake! He had all the ingredients except... eggs. "Well, great! where the fulcrum am I gonna get an egg in this green wasteland?" He grumbled. but out of nowhere, the duck warped from thin air and exclaimed, "I've got an egg for ya, meathead! but it's gonna cost ya!" The man was too deep in thought on how the heck the duck got that he didn't realise that he said, "how much?" "15 Quadrillion big ones and it's all yours!" The duck thought he was funny, but he didn't realise the man had a 15 Quadrillion check lying on top of his dusty TV. "Here. give me the egg and skedaddle." "Thanks! I'm off to Hollywood! Hahaha!" And then, a streetcar appeared and took the duck away, most likely to Hollywood. But there was no time! the sun was setting, and he needed that cake! so he slammed the egg, milk, powder, and others and wisked it in supersonic speed. then he threw that mixture into the oven and turned that thing up to eleven. then he turned the gas, and the house exploded. he was alright because of his bomb resistant t shirt and the cake was ready! he took out a slice, ate a big chunk, and all he could say was OK Then.