Granted, you have a great mind with creative ideas, though so does the entire world. The stress of this was too much and the strain has caused you to loose your sanity. Soon, you were able to make a atomic bomb out of this insanity, only for the sole purpose to kill millions of people. You have made the nuke and detonated it immediately. This would kill millions of people.
Granted. You now have a shadow of a waffle that you cannot pick up, eat, or touch in any way. You can, however, smell it. I hope you're prepared for a lifetime of sweet, buttery, stomach-rumbling torture.