"I baked you everything pie!" Cass said with an excited smile, sitting down at the table as she watched her roommate expectantly. "You'll try it, right?"

The everything pie, uh, certainly contained a significant number of things. Most of which didn't quite go together. Apparently Cass had run out of apples for the filling, and then, well. This had happened. She had indeed tried to use everything available in the kitchen, if the odd colors of the strange goop oozing out of a corner of the pie were any indication. Bless her heart.

And the smell was...it was something. At least it didn't smell like bleach. Or drain cleaner. Or motor oil. Why would there be motor oil in the kitchen? Uncertain, but one could never be too careful when checking mysterious cursed pies for potentially lethal ingredients. It did smell a little burnt, but whether that was because it'd been in the oven too long or because the pie contained molten lava was anyone's guess.

"Go on! Dig in!" she urged innocently, completely unaware of the herculean task her roommate faced. There was an entire ghost pepper ominously sticking out from under the crust of the pie. Plotting. Waiting. Lying in ambush. "I hope you like it. I used all your favorites!"

Oh no. Of all the ways to die, consuming blatantly hazardous pie was not it. Now what?