Steak on cake.

Some of my enli's were standing knee deep in the sugar sweet upper layer of my birthday cake. Okay, I can agree with the dog, but those chaps?
I had a lovely mocha birthday cake (I often wish it for my birthday), and some of the enli's came down from their railway track chamber to congratulate me and celebrate with us. But they refused to eat the cake. Too sweet, they said. Bad for our slim figure, they said.
And then they started to cook steak, on top of the cake! The smell was terrible. I will never let them in again, those culture barbarians.
Well, at least they didn't drink beer and leave their bottles and cans all over the place.

Thanks to JDO for hosting the Tiny Tuesday challenge.