Cake-Off!

A couple weeks ago, I mentioned my improv troupe's discovery of Cake Boss. This has of course led to our own cake-making competition, in which each member had to make a specialty cake. I think some of the entries are worthy of this blog. Foremost among these is Annik's Iron Man helmet.
Pretty incredible what that girl's been able to achieve with fondant after only two days of touching the stuff. Nice four-layer poundcake inside, almond-flavored. The father of her as yet unborn child, Sly, used the same materials to construct his own cake: a "super-sperm" with freckles (redhead humor, what can I say).
Seeing as Annik was considered infertile because of medical treatments she had as a young girl that are supposed to have burned out her ovaries, his little guys may indeed be "super". So yeah... we ate Sly's sperm this weekend.

Carolynn had sculpting problems with her moist butter cake, but still managed a nice effect, not with fondant, but with home-made modelling chocolate.
Pig rolling in his own filth? Check.

Then there's Bass' one-hour makeshift coconut chocolate cake. Too moist for its own good, he and his girl Marie-P still successfully recreated the DVD cover of their choice.
And then there's me. I tried to make our troupe's shirt, but got the wrong color chocolate (should have gone with Oreo crumbs after all). So it's not black like it should be. What it is though, is a homage to the Deana Troi peptide cake. Sly completes the effect:
First cut:
It doesn't hurt, does it?
And the guts revealed:
I wanted to really BLEED, but it wasn't liquid enough. Still, those mashed up blackberries and cherries were scrumptious. My cake wasn't the best looking, most complex or most original, but it WAS the most delicious.

If I do say so myself.

And I do.

My competitors are welcome to post their disagreement in the comments section.