Jason's day couldn't have been any weirder.

First some strange woman had shoved a basket at him and said to deliver it to "grandma." Jason had tried to explain he didn't have a grandma, but the woman had been adamant, so he'd just wandered the woods until he found a house conspicuously marked "grandma's house." On the one hand, it could've been a trap, but on the other hand that'd been the only house he'd found in hours, so what the hell, right? But then, a wolf dressed like a grandma had opened the door, given him a once-over, then told him to p*ss off (rude, by the way).

Now here he was, alone in the woods, with a basket full of cakes for someone's grandma. Was the wolf the grandma? Did that mean the wolf was the woman's mom? What kinda freaky stuff had her dad been up to? Also, would anyone notice if he ate a cake? No, right? Right. He gave a brief look around before plucking a cake from the basket and stuffing it in his mouth. Huh. Strawberry jam. Decent.

"Man, what am I even doing with my life?"