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*perks up at the mention of meat cake*

If you'll excuse me, I have matters I must attend.

*walks away from the grill towards the cake*

*looks out the window*
Um, fellas? We may have an issue here...

*looks insulted...*
Boobplate anyone... You cannot miss that.. A servitor could not miss that fact

*looks* oh feth...

Hm, somewhere near a window so it can have fresh air at night. [Nods to blackjack]

Ooh, chocolate. [Picks up a plate and slices some, and sits down] Wait, tolerate? [Chews mouthful]

*begins assembling a lasgun as he stares out the window*
Um, Benny? You might want to put the cake down, we have an issue here.

*walks over to tank and starts firing up weapons*

Come on tank, work to do.
*tanks beeps happily and weapons come online*

*climbs in tank and parks near door *

[Puts half eaten plate down] Iff really goob kekk. [Swallows] Why, what's the matter?

Oh nothing. Just a massive horde of orks bearing down on the Room, you know, nothing big.
*continues readying Lasgun*

...I remember the request you made after we treated that Inquisitor. That specific cake is the result of a lot of experimentating upon the sensory potion.
The rest of the cakes don't have a surprise.
Oh? What's the problem?

*pokes head out top*

Ooh fun!
*drives out and starts burning them by the dozen after licking hatches*

*on vox*
May take a while, you are ok to mop up stragglers I'm sure.

*sets up a Heavy Bolter nest*
FOR THE EMPEROR!
*heavy bolter fire resounds through the Room*

Orks? A foe I can abandon morality against?
*Eyes immediately glow silver so brightly they leave afterimages*
Hell hath no fury...

[Shrugs] I'm pretty sure the Butter Tank steers better without me. [Whistles and directs it towards horde]

[Picks plate back up] [Chews cake] ...
...
...

This is the best cake ever. [Looks at it in awe] You're the best chef ever. We gotta get you on Great Imperium Bake Off. [Stares at plate of cake]

[Looks at Daemonette] You wanna try this cake? [She shakes her head] You're really missing out...

[Finishes slice and stares at wall] I don't know what to do with the rest of my day now, as I'm fairly certain nothing can top that. [Looks quite at peace with the world]

*An army of disembodied guns is fighting the Orks as enormous silver lightning bolts occasionally compeltely obliterate Ork vehicles*
So, the test was successful. Feel free to sample some of the others! By the way, the sensory potion will increase almost every positive sensation by about five times, and leave negative sensations unchanged. Just so you know.

*the army of guns is overwhelmed*
Got anything else up your sleeve Verviedi?
*continues strafing the orks with heavy bolter fire*
*barely dodges a rokkit*
Feth! That was too close.

*sadly tears himself away from the meat cake*

What now?

*sees the swarms of orks*

I guess I should help, eh?

*draws his rifle and charges at the swarm*

FRESH MEAT FOR YOU KROOT! I HAVEN'T FELT THIS ALIVE IN YEARS!
*continues firing the heavy bolter*

Everything good? [Eyes widen] [Looks at Daemonette] I'm gonna let the puppy! [She facepalms]

[Sits on floor surrounded by explosions and gunfire, petting the Fenrisian puppy, whilst the drone shields protects both]

... So soft.

...By definition, I have something up my sleeve. It just takes a while to charge up.
*A bomb, roughly ten feet long, begins taking form in the middle of the room*
I need a shield barrier. I'm going scorched earth on their green asses.
*Relocation Drones take formation above the bomb*

[Daemonette picks up the puppy and leads BC and Kimmy away from the middle of the room] [Kimmy occasionally aims a finger and stuns an Ork into standing still]

She's a good girl, I did technically say "no fighting"...

*orks begin to overrun the heavy bolter nest*
Hey! No! Stop that!
*begins furiously stabbing with bayonet*

[Kimmy concentrates and the Orks surrounding WK freeze]

*nods in thanks to Kimmy*
Remind me to get her a nice little gift after this BC, she deserves it.
*begins beating the frozen orks with an entrenching tool*

...Wait a moment. Hmm...
*A wall of shield drones form between the Room and the Orks, and the bomb levitates above the Ork army, surrounded by a conversion field*

[Kimmy starts teleporting small groups of stray Orks back out into the field, away from the room]

[Daemonette sits BC down and shoves more cake in his mouth to keep him calm] Dish iff gread! [Swallows] It's been the best birthday ever! I mean it's been my only birthday ever, but definitely the best.

[Daemonette leans over and whispers in his ear] [Looks startled] I don't think the puppy would like- Oh... [Hands Kimmy the wolf's leash] You be a good girl for a little while, and do what he tells you. [Points at WK]

[Scampers into Butter Tank with Daemonette]

*takes Kimmy's other hand and ushers her to safety in a nearby bunker*
We're going to stay here till all the bad orks are gone ok?
*she nods and pulls out a deck of cards*
Oh no....
*she gives me an evil grin*

...Cover your ears, close your eyes. This will be bright. And loud.
*The bomb explodes with an enormous flash, a mushroom cloud rising into the sky. The enormous shockwave knocks out the shield drones, and shakes the room, causing dust to fall from the ceiling*

[Leans head out of butter tank] I'm sorry! I didn't know that would happen if we-
[Hauled back inside]

*dust falls from the ceiling of the bunker*
*to Kimmy*
Ignore that. Your uncle Verviedi is detonating a bomb on those nasty orks. We're fine.
*winces as I lose yet another round of cards and more money*
Well, you certainly got your card-playing ability from someone, I'm really wondering if it was your mother. No offense but your father doesn't seem like the sort to play cards.
*Kimmy seems to consider this*

*Symbolically cleans hands and cuts self a slice of cake*
Right. Yes. Just so you know, it will be a while before I can clean up all of that nuclear fallout, so be warned.
Yes, I just used nuclear weapons. Don't look so shocked.