Seanbaby: It was insane enough when criminal geniuses thought the only way to get a cup cake was to hold the city hostage, but now gods are pretending to be other gods with uglier hats just to trick people into bringing them something they can go buy for 89 cents. As soon as villains figure out they sell these damn fruit pies down at the gas station, we are so screwed. Dr. Doom: By the limbs of Doom's dismembered pets! One can purchase cup cakes and fruit pies at a store! Then of what need is the atomic Twinkie magnet Doom has built? Perhaps Doom could recalibrate it to attract panties. At that magnificent thought, it seems clear that Doom should include a panties selection dial on his incredible devices. Mr. Fish: What was the point of the plan? Don't people worship gods anyway? Those sheep (and I swear the one in panel 2 is Jason Patrick) would probably bring him a cup cake if he asked. It might be a little embarrassing, though. Glub. Could you imagine if Jesus asked someone to get him a loaf of bread? He'd have to wear a disguise. Otherwise they'd say, "Hey, you're made of bread. Lean over and eat your arm, hippy." But I guess Loki isn't made out of cup cake, so it's not really the same thing. And if you don't listen to him, he'll turn you to cosmos dust instead of hugging and forgiving you. Luke Cage: Dig this -- I used to leave offerings for the lord at church. I wasn't rich, so one weekend all I could leave was my jerry curl activator spray. God didn't want it. Damn bottle was still sittin' there every time I went back to the old neighborhood. But every year, it was a little bit less full. I thought, "What does it mean, mother fucker?" Then a greasy drip fell from the sky that day. And I knew it was Him, shaking his hair juice loose for me. You're welcome, Jesus. Anytime.