"Ye gods, man! Do you know what you have done? That's not cake, it's the charm of old! 'Tis more powerfull than a midsummer gale! Now that you have defiled it with your mouth, it will destroy us all!"
You take one last bite, and then slowly get up and back away from the raving leperauchan, not quite sure what to think. Suddenly, the large cake- charm of old thing begins to glow, and you are lifted up into the air.
What happens next?