You probably think I defeated the giant by sneaking a bomb into a cupcake & tricking him into eating it. Don’t lie: we can all see the prompt smiling just below. It’s the obvious outcome, the obvious plot.
But that’s not what happened. A bomb was involved, but it wasn’t what smote the giant. ‘Twas actually by bomb that the giant threatened me, which was why I had to trip him into the volcano through a complex mechanism involving hard wire & his precious golden-egg-laying MP3 on a string.
As for the subject o’ cupcakes: we both were professional cupcake bakers, but I beat him in the last World Cup. He seemed to be unable to tolerate 2nd place & rather than improve his practice, he seemed to take mo’ vicious steps. Such a shame.