You walk into a very modest but lavish looking bakery. It’s stock full of freshly baked goods. Its display cases showing off delicious looking and complex pastries, decorated cakes, and other delicious decadence that a person could dream of. Behind the counter stands a chubby Saint Bernard. He takes notice of you and waves his big arm, causing his belly to jiggle slightly, undoing the tight apron he was wearing. “Howdy! I’m Douglas and this is my bakery, how can I help you?