My ex spent a number of years in Hawaii. She was still a fan of musubi. Though she wasn’t quite interested in doing the whole thing so we just fried slices of spam in a soy sauce and brown sugar mix and called it good.
If ever I open a sandwich shop, we’ll have Aloha Moose Sandwiches: rice, seaweed, spam (prepared as above), and put it on a Hawaiian roll. 
Unless you actually mean “fuck cake feet”, which turns out to be an application of Rule 34.
Hey, some people like that sort of thing. It’s not the oddest thing I’ve seen by a long shot.
Wait, are we talking about the cake or the Rule 34?
I was talking about that messed up cake; such a travesty of pastry!
Rule 34 is just inevitable, unfortunately.
That nasty foot cake is nowhere near as horrifying as some of the baby shower cakes I’ve seen (not in person, thank the FSM) 
Oh, I’ve seen some of the horror shows too, (also not in person.)
Some people have such questionable taste levels.
My new album title.
Is the first track going to be called We Have Some Concerns?
Didn’t even see the first one.
It had macaroni, cheeseburger and a bonus subliminal 
