Mcarthur's cake.

My friend, McArthur, was having a party in the park and he told me to bake a cake for the event. I don't usually take orders like that, but I agreed to do it because he is my friend. So, I made the cake and brought it to the park. As I was unboxing my creation, things started to get very weird. Day turned to night and it was very dark. I noticed that the cake I had worked so hard on was melting! I saw old men playing chinese checkers from afar. I started freaking out because, I knew that I could never make that cake again. I'd never have that recipe ever again. It is gone. It doesn't exist anymore! I heard some thumping disco music come out of nowhere. It was then that I saw this chocolate woman with a big afro. She was singing about me and laughing at me. … Is this normal?