So it was written in the annals of bob and mike.  They went to the coast one day and bob said to mike, "It is not like us to have less than a time of great joy in such a place."  (The exact location of this place is unknown to this day.) Hence they continued on in leasure and camaradarie.  But there came a point in their leasure that discontentment ensued.  It came as though a soft sheet or bedcover so as to their notice it did not take.  Then all of the sudden it hit with an ominous oppression and their leasure was stopped.  This is when mike said, "I find this not to my liking the same as before."  To which bob said with robustness and yearn, "I agree and I believe the season has come to such a season as this.  To make jelly and bread so that our hearts may once more be contented." 
"...and I believe one of those breads must be cake, ha ha ha!" Replied mike with much heart.  And it was so.