The ice cream machine had been blasted apart on the side and the level left down, permitting chocolate and vanilla swirl to spill forth from the machine and melt on the floor. But the massive sticky puddle of melted ice cream wasn't even the beginning of it as someone seemed to have taken personal offense to all the pies and cakes as well. Those had been flung across the space and what remnants had not fallen to the floor were decretive pieces on the walls.

But by far the most unsettling sight was that of Penelope Grimm strung out across the all-you-can-eat pudding buffet. Hair covering her face, it would be hard to notice just how pale she was without brushing it aside. Should one get close enough, they would find that she was indeed breathing and all those splatters across her body was just chocolate syrup.