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You ride out another 60 seconds and... huh? Something happened to your BAKING CHEST. Did the logo just change?

No more hiding in plain sight, I take it.

Her Imperious Condescension, Empress-in-exile of the Alternian Empire and scourge of a thousand worlds, has openly declared her darkest, most reprehensible title yet.

Chief Executive Officer of the Betty Crocker Corporation.

It's just a fork instead of a spoon. Not the most awe inspiring logo you've ever seen, but who are you to judge? Aside from the future owner of the company.

...can someone take Jane aside for a second, and explain what usually happens to Her Condescension’s heiresses?

You try the broken switch again. Hey look, it does something now, toggling your trusty bowlbuster between a STIRRING SOLUTION and a POKING SOLUTION. Neat!

Well, Jane. Do you want to create something delicious, or start poking holes in people?

Because right now, you could go either way.

Nope, still nothing. You surely would have heard the truck pull up. You guess the empire wasn't able to coordinate the mail with its rebranding. Maybe the U.S. Postal Service is the one thing it doesn't have its gnarled claws in yet? (Another mental note: sink gnarled claws into post office when you take over.)

Sunny, 8.0 C Measured the length and poured water. Probably 1.1 cm long.