Devil in the Denomination

Good things come in sixes. Six packs of beer. Six-seater high speed lifts out West. Abs on each member of Mansuite getting ripped for Cabo. Children in the Brady Bunch. Socks.

So tell me, Pillsbury Grands! brand Cinnabon Cinnamon Rolls, why do you insist on coming in a package of five? My hopes were dashed faster than a knife through your easy-cut perforated tube of dough. Now little Colin goes hungry thanks to your selfish branding and our mathematical incompetence in dividing five rolls equally six ways.

Something's missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it.