The colossal figure of Burning Spice Cookie slumped upon his throne. Spice Storms were very common around, and that didn't exclude Burning Spice Cookie's domain, but did little to stir his immense frame.

He was bored. Impossibly, excruciatingly bored.

"Another rotation, another agonizing cycle of nothing. If nothing interesting arrives soon," he mused aloud, a malicious curl returning to his lip, "perhaps I should simply scour the sands down to the core. A little targeted annihilation always cleanses the palate."