“Just one slice,” it sings, whispering of deliciousness.
“No,” you say, standing firm to your earlier decision.
“Go on,” it taunts. “Just one, single slice.”
“No,” you reply, eyes slowly drifting over to the chocolate goodness.
“Go on,” it whispers.
“Just one slice?” You ask, the melting chocolate of the cake oozing onto the plate.
“Sure,” it responds. You eat the whole cake.
“Fine,” you say. Then, you eat the whole cake.