He turns to us and speaks.

"Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them."

ARROGANTLY TWISTING THE STERILE CANVAS SNOOT OF A FULLY CHARGED ICING ANOINTMENT UTENSIL, HE POOTS FORTH A QUARTER OUNCE GREEN ROSETTE NEAR THE SUMMIT OF A DENSE BUT RADIANT MUFFIN OF HIS OWN DESIGN

Later, he says

"Some people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself I say there is not, nor ought there be, nothing so exalted on the face of God's grey earth as that prince of foods, the muffin."