We don't know how these cupcakes got this way — a virus, voodoo magic, or a careless spill from a weird gooey barrel in the basement — but they're shuffling closer by the minute and if we stand here thinking about it they are going to get us. Maybe the key is to understand that the urge to snack can be just as overwhelming as an advancing horde and they are actually symbolic and not just hungry. Maybe to defeat the cupcake we must learn that we ourselves were the cupcakes all along. Perhaps to survive, we must taste the truth and find out what type of green frosting that is. Mint? Zombie flesh? Worse horrors, like... cilantro?!? Forget it, don't think about it anymore! Confusion is how they hunt.
