In the depths of space, a most peculiar event occurred: the Great Baking Fiasco of 3456. The Galactic Empire's most prized pastry chef, Zorvath the Unyielding, had grown tired of the usual galaxy-spanning culinary conventions and decided to take matters into his own hands (or rather, his own whisk).
Under the cover of night, while the galaxy's most esteemed diplomats slept, Zorvath secretly baked an entire galaxy-spanning cake. The concoction, a towering monolith of sugar and spice, stood as a testament to his mastery of the craft. But, as the first light of dawn broke, the cake's sheer scale became apparent.
The Empire's defenses, caught off guard, scrambled to respond to the sudden appearance of a planet-sized croquenbouchon. As the galaxy's most feared warships descended upon the scene, Zorvath stood tall, his apron fluttering in the wind.
The ensuing battle, known throughout the cosmos as the Great Baking Incident, raged on for 37 rotations of the planet. The Empire's forces, though formidable, were no match for Zorvath's arsenal of sugar-sharp precision-crafted pastry-tipped projectiles. In the end, the galaxy was forever changed, and the art of baking took on a whole new meaning.
