It was a dark and stormy night at Hazcumber Inc. The ice cream-making machine was off. There were no children in the cells. Then, @Haza walked into the main facility with one of his staff members, who drives an ice cream truck. “You, step into that chamber.” Haza orders, pointing to them mechanical chamber before them. The ice cream man steps into the chamber. The door closes and Haza walks over to a control panel, where he presses some buttons and hears screams come from the machine. Over his head, a glass tube pumps caramel ice cream into the chamber. After a few seconds, the door opens. The ice cream man steps out, but half of his body is now made of caramel ice cream, and he has one red eye. “It worked.” Haza says. The ice cream man growls and opens his mouth, revealing a gaping black hole with two sharp white teeth. “A few minor side effects, but nothing my R&D team can’t fix.” Haza takes out a mask and puts it over the ice cream man’s mouth. “Now, go back to work.” The ice cream man leaves the factory.