Go on. Gaze into my deliciousness. Gaze so intensely that if I were a person I'd be slightly uncomfortable by now. And then keep gazing until I start to resemble one of those trippy magic eye pictures with hidden 3D images. Soon, things will become clear.
***
Mox Fulder shook his head violently to snap himself out of his cake-induced hypnosis. "This is how they get you," he deadpanned to his partner and eternal skeptic, Scana Dully. "Their mystic baked goods, specifically the apple cake, speaks to you. It beckons you to look deeper until you see what begins to look like a portal into an alternate universe. Which makes sense, because that is, in fact, exactly what you are looking at."
"There has to be a logical, scientific explanation for this," Dully mused mostly to herself, knowing full well Fulder would never take "logic" for an answer.