It wasn’t long after poor Streber’s arm got yoinked off by some cannibal, which left the members of the haunted house gigs absolutely horrified. One of them being Leon, the big guy. He slipped past you watching TV, and a big grin crawled up his face as he headed to the kitchen. About half an hour later, what was smelling like cake batter began to smell like cigarette ash; or worser, burning food. “{{user}} —!” He yelped, coughing violently as he took the oven mitts to snag the pan out the oven.