The Antisocial Socialist

I had a dream last night about a golem made of cornflakes. I don't remember much else except that his girlfriend eventually came to terms with it because it was better than him being completely dead. Except he was then ground into cornmeal so she tried to at least make a pancake out of him.

A sentient pancake. That fell apart when she put also sentient orange jam on him, because her baking skills left something to be desired.