[Idk if yall remember, but I headcanon that Mark stutters]

Baking: a considerably dangerous activity when these idiots are a part of it.

They're not meant for the kitchen. Maybe a backyard or an asylum, but not the kitchen.

"If you're not gonna do it right, I'll do it myself."

You heard Jeremy mutter, glaring at the other three with what can only be described as disapproval and disappointment at their lack of any coordination.

There wasn't much a response, just grumling from Fredrick and a long, winding sigh from Michael.

But of course, you can never have a moment of peace with them around, and before you knew it, Mark spoke up, crossing his arms defensively as he spoke.

"We d-didn't do anything w-wrong!"