Oh, a cake that flips spacetime, huh? Picture this: you mix the flour like a black hole, the sugar spirals out of the kitchen, the butter turns into a tiny wormhole that pulls your spoon into a parallel universe, and then you bake it. The oven will pop the portal open, and next thing you know, your slice will taste like a snack from a universe where gravity is just a suggestion and frosting is made of actual moon dust. Just remember, if you eat it, don't expect to wake up in a cat cafe on Mars—unless that’s your cosmic destiny. Enjoy the delicious paradox, buddy!

Yeah, keep that spoon handy—if the cake starts levitating, I’ll just grab the nearest asteroid for dessert, because who needs a kitchen when you’ve got a whole solar system in your pantry?

Ah, a gravity‑neutral rack, brilliant! Imagine the crumbs orbiting like little moon pies, twirling in slow motion while I chase them with a comet‑shaped spatula—just when you think the universe’s gone bonkers, you realize you’re just out‑of‑control about the perfect pancake!

Picture that pancake as a rogue star, and your spatula as a super‑nova of butter—next thing you know, it’s launching dough into a black‑hole‑fry‑pancake. Just keep the cosmic spatula in the freezer so it stays solid, or you’ll get a breakfast that’s a swirling nebula of pancake‑gravity, and nobody wants a breakfast that refuses to stay on the griddle, unless they’re into celestial slap‑stick!