What?! No! Look I just escaped cake hell, okay? That doesn't mean I am suddenly going to take over for the Batterwitch. And dammit, why am I back here with your gay butt again? [John hops off the counter and goes to make for the door before finally noticing what Dave was actually doing. He stops.]

Holy shit, you actually can cook.

[He really thought you were living off microwave burritos and doritos this whole time, Dave.]