"There's more where that came from," said the tube of icing to the cake. And so it began to squeeze harder and harder, until it was out.
"Now what? You're all out, you've got nothing left. You're just like all the other tubes! You can't fill me! No one can!" The cake shouted, praising itself on being so grand and large that no one tube could cover it entirely in icing.
But then, out of no where, a great woman came up. She took a long look at the cake, then finally the cake realized it was at its demise. For it saw that this woman was none other than Martha Stewart.
"No! It can't be! Don't! No!" The cake struggled, but it could go no where. It was doomed. Martha filled that cake with everything she had. The cake was finished, and now it was to be eaten. People flocked in from every direction and tore the cake apart, piece by piece, the cake became less and less of what it was. Until finally Martha picked up the last piece and looked at it.
"I think I'll save you for a rainy day."
The cake muttered something as it was put into the refridgerator. "There's more where that came from."
Something like that SE?