Forget that we worked out, we had hot cinnamon rolls delivered by Olan Mill’s M, Angel! So instead of a backblast, I made a rap (w/ the help of Copilot).

Angel’s Cinnamon Rolls Rap

Yo, it’s early mornin’, Angel’s on the scene,
Queen of the kitchen, bakin’ like a dream.
Olan Mill’s lady, she’s got the skills,
Whippin’ up cinnamon rolls, givin’ all the thrills.

Flour in the air, sugar on the floor,
Cinnamon’s flyin’, can’t ask for more.
Her hands movin’ fast, dough doin’ the twist,
Rolls so good, they can’t resist.

For the F3 Pax, those early risin’ dudes,
Angel’s got the love, servin’ up the foods.
Misty’s in the corner, sniffin’ the air,
Dory’s lost again, but he doesn’t care.

Capgun’s laughin’, makin’ a mess,
Leaky’s eatin’ rolls, he’s the best.
Kitchen’s a wreck, but who really cares?
Smell so good, it catches ’em unawares.

Golden and warm, fresh from the oven,

Early mornin’ light, she’s on the scene,
Angel’s cinnamon rolls, livin’ the dream.

Sorry for that!
Time for Leaky to step up now as the Site Q at THL! Where our cinnamon rolls!?