Bob the Spider recently invented a mutating, flying cheesecake. When it was born, it was about half a metre tall and two metres wide. It answers to Harry. It escaped last Friday, after having eaten an underdone egg with two litres of soda and a marshmallow. It may not be thinking clearly, and is armed with delicious pieces of truffle that it grabbed from a pig that sells biscuits on the corner of 5th & Donkeyspout.
If you see it, please inform Bob the Spider immediately, either by posting here or by simply shouting “Bob the Spider!” on the top of your lungs. If you have trouble standing on them, use someone else’s.
Do not try to catch the cheesecake yourself, as despite its seemingly sweet nature it is actually rather fond of anthropophagy. You have been warned.
