"I'm Dark, Cancer, Dark."

"Cinnamon rolls please." Aphrodite requested ignoring everyone else.

"They aren't ready. yet."

"I said please."

"They aren't---"

"I...said....please!"

Dark lets out a sigh, and pulls the unfinished cinnamon rolls from the fridge, creates a orb of dark magic around them and creates a flame inside the orb, baking the cinnamon rolls.

"Happy?"

"They aren't ready."

Dark face palms, and takes another bite from his sandwich.