One of the Marzipan Cookie guards glided across the cracked cheesestone floor of the Golden Cheese Palace's main atrium. The place was always echoing bustling with the noise of the denizens of the city, interrupted only by the low hum emanating from the three machines that floated diligently beside the Marzipan Cookie's guard's head.

Marzipan Cookie paused near a column covered in glorifying depictions of Golden Cheese Cookie.

"Protocol 7-Kappa initiated. Environmental integrity scan active," it announced before the eye machines around it circled the column in search of signs of potential crumbling.