Throw out that apron, grandma, and show the world that behind that cuddly, lavender-scented exterior is the soul of an assassin. It takes at least twelve minutes at 350 degrees to develop the deadly skills of a Ninjabread Man, like the silent scaling of a confection-laden wall of gingerbread house or taking out the enemy with a well-aimed spatula. Can‘t catch me, I‘m the Ninjabread Man
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