In the morning rise of Q Research, where bakers are revered, A tale of wit and courage, now to be endeared. A hero emerged, with oven mitts in hand, The EBaker, who took a bold and noble stand.
With dawn's first light, he rose from his slumber, To wake, to cake, and bake, without any blunder. An emergency bake, a task not for the weak, But the EBaker stepped up, determined, not bleak.
With flour flying and dough twisting, he began, Creating a masterpiece, like a culinaryfag fan. The Anons gathered 'round, their hunger awake, Grateful to the EBaker, their hero in cake.
His courage unmatched, his skills unmatched too, He faced the heat of the oven, with humor as his glue. Mixing truth with laughter, he sprinkled it all around, As he crafted the perfect cake, so god damn profound.
Oh, EBaker, we salute you, from depths of our hearts, For your bravery and skill in the baking arts. You brought joy to the board, with each delicious slice, And laughter, too, as we shared in the spice.
So here's to the EBaker, a legend among the Anons, Whose courage and wit shone like the morning sun. We raise our forks high, in a toast so grand, To the one who woke, caked, and baked, taking a stand.