Frenchiness

Crust me, it hurts to bake a life like this.

I'm gonna go against the grain here and say we need to stop these puns

But they make me loaf.
I won't stop making puns until I'm dead on the flour, and even then I will rise again.

Yes, anyway you slice it, those wounds will never heel. But he, at yeast, is now at peace.

For all we know, the afterlife is pain-ful. Where’s your proof?

We don't knead a proof, naan will come tell us if we're wrong.