“Do you bake cakes?”
“Not all of them are baked”, you reply. “These cardboard ones are raw.”
“Fake cakes?!” I queried, using the interrobang with relish.
“Jake, our fake cake baker, makes them.”
“For goodness sake! Jake is your fake cake baker – that takes the biscuit.”
“He bakes those, too. Would you care to partake?”
Graeme Sandford 