Dr. Evilglaze's mini spaceship echoed through the desolate void, the red glow from his monocle reflecting off the swirling remnants of what was once Planet Xylitol. He liked to go and research dead stars. Its remnants were often really good for his new experiments. Let the Cookies that lived there scurry like lost sprinkles. Let them fret over their Black Hole. Pah. Such inconsequential matters.

"Doughnut No.325," Dr. Evilglaze whispered to himself rather absent-mindedly. "Taken from me by that meddling Stardust, a mere hiccup in my ascent to cosmic dominance. They play their desperate games, trying to find their precious 'wkzards'. Fools. Their frantic search for lost crewmates on these barren worlds is nothing more than a convenient diversion."