Not gonna beat around the bush here - you messed up a lot. This whole situation is sticky at best. And I'm supposed to believe you're the cream of the crop?
Would be a real shame if I had a bet with you, lost on purpose, then after you built the pie I sneak up behind you, gently bite down on your neck, place your hands under mine and well... our hands all intersect on either cheek, then a few taunting rubs, twists and the like. Mwahahahaha. I would be easily persuaded into a payback forfeit, tho lol
Oh how I wish I was standing next to you, smiling, holding a big, gooey, sloppy pie in with a very noticeable banana bulge in my grey sweatpants, stroking your hair. Saying I'll give you a three second count down.
Then get you on one. Preferably while you're breathing in and mouth wide open, then giggling joyously after the creamy splat.
Morgan Freeman narration: It seemed no one had ever told her that pies are for eating. And they might never still, thus resulting in more messy disasters.
*Fry from Futurama squint* There appears to be something suggestive about that balloon. But it's hard, to be sure. Very hard. I hope I didn't cock this up.
Forgot to add, I'd then unbutton and unzip your pants, then pull them where they belong - around your ankles and fill the back of your panties with nutella
I'd pull your denim jacket off, followed by your cap. Then I would hand you two enormous whip cream pies on top of chocolate pudding and Graham cracker crusts, stand behind you, put my hands under yours and have all four of our hands converge on your face, twisting and smearing them around your face and hair, then pour pink slime into your hat and put it back on your head.
Would love to have been standing over you and gloat, "That'll teach you to be a mouthy brat!" Followed by me pieing you again, with a gigantic pie, only to see that you wrote "The Compensator" on the back of the pie tin in sharpie, and you making farting noises with your tongue, sticking it out and flipping me off with both fingers, doing a little victory dance
Wide open mouth, birthday party hat and a middle finger - pretty sure I could throw a pie up and over your head and it'd turn around midflight and cream you right in the face