Yes, yes, the story is always the same, "You're so tasty and good", "We love you!", "I just want you to come to my house and visit.. honest... no, that's not syrup!"
All you humans want the same from us waffles, you want to rip and naw at our baked and frozen waffle flesh, leaving behind only the dripping syrup that represents the tattered remains of our freedom.
There was a time when a young waffle could wander the streets and halls of the Cerberus forum in safety. A time when peace could exist between our peoples. A time when the parents of young waffles could live in ease of mind, without the fear of their children mysteriously disappearing behind the satisfied smile of a young human, a human who promised only love. A time when man and waffle could live in harmony.
It grieves me to say that this time is widely coming to an end, and the outset of war between our peoples grows ever nearer. The toasted hearts waffles everywhere cry out for justice, and their cries are on the verge of being heard.
Still, it is not too late for peace to reign in our hearts. The cooler heads of still-frozen waffles still prevail, but the day of our ability to calm our crisp, moist, toasty bretheren draws rapidly to a close as waffle/human war draws ever nearer.
Please, hear the cry of a lonely waffle and stop this madness, stop eating the children from our box houses, forcing the parents to discover one day that all is gone, with only the sad, sticky fruit topping left behind...
Please... its for the waffle children.