You are Constance Chudwell, you own a bakery that speicializes in naughty themed cakes. One day you get a big order from Huslter magazine to make the biggest cake in the world for Larry Flynt's 80th birthday. The requested design is a mountain of tits each one modeled off of a cover model's breasts. The process goes off relatively smoothly, if you had to guess the only problems would come from the fact that a few people involved are prudes or Christians. Unfortunately as luck would have it, you get both. Protestors gather outside your bakery. They call you obscene, they scream about the immorality of your bakery. They also scream about how this is all your fault for moving to the neighborhood in the first place. You've dealt with protestors before, but this time it's worse. These people are organized, and they aren't going away anytime soon. > You take the dispute all the way to the supreme court. You are Constance Chudwell, you own a bakery that speicializes in naughty themed cakes. One day you get a big order from Huslter magazine to make the biggest cake in the world for Larry Flynt's 80th birthday. The requested design is a mountain of tits each one modeled off of a cover model's breasts. You take the stand and the prosecutor grills you with questions about you bakery. "Isn't true that you are trying to cause moral corruption and spread sin through the world?" "No, I'm a baker, I'm not spreading anything." You answer angrily. He frowns. The prosecutor presents a cake to the court that is a cock placed between two ass cheeks and asks "Constance Chudwell, did you bake this cake?" "Yes." "Do you see the phallus shaped cake presented to this honorable court of nine justices?" "Yes." "Did you once refer to this cake as an obscene monster that should not be allowed in our society? > You reveal a special cake to the judges. The cake depicts an American eagle grasping a penis in its talons. "Also yes." You answer with a smirk. The whole courtroom begins to laugh, the prosecutor tries to keep a straight face and scowls at you but he is having trouble keeping his composure. He tries to continue grilling you but is unable to. The judge tells him to sit down. > You give the judge a knowing wink. The judge looks at you disapprovingly. "So you think this is all a joke do you?" "No, but I think it is obvious that I am not to blame here. The inncocent can clearly see that it is the protestors who are spreading obscenity and immorality, not me." The judges retreat to their chambers to make a decision. You wait for their decision and hope that you haven't made things worse. As the judges return to the court room to declare their decision, the doors fly open and Larry Flynt wheels himself into the courtroom. He demands to be heard! The bailiff's try to take him away but he shrugs them off and points to his bodyguard laying dead in the doorway. "Whaaaaaat? Are you fucking kidding me? You're going to arrest me for littering?" The judge has no choice but to listen him. He declares that as a publisher he should have the freedom to publish whatever he wants. He goes on to say that the protestors should not be able to shut down his business and that you are not responsible for his publishings. The judges rule that the cake is a publication and thus is protected under free speech laws. The protestors are wrong to interfere with your ability to work. They are all sentenced to five years in prison. The press has a field day with this one and the moral majority loses a lot of support. You have saved the adult industry and Larry Flynt is forever in your debt.