<span style="color: #FF0040">*I come in, riding on a broom made of twizzlers that leave a trail of skittles behind them, carrying a giant Buster Sword that also happens to be part cannon of some sort. After a few seconds of travelling 928374 fasts/hour, I crash into the side of candy mountain, sending candy debris flying everywhere and scattering the ground below. After all the pixie stick dust clears, I sit kneeling in the midst of the rubble wearing a large metal cooking pot on my head, holding my Buster Sword up in defense, my eyes wide as they frantically examine the area I've just flown into* O3O</span>