The remains of the festival stands laid in a heap, everything and everyone covered in a layer of rancid, foamy pumpkin ooze. Immaru drifted by, almost dancing through the air as he surveyed the destruction. "Did you see that? It was like a giant, foamy SCREEB!" he laughed. "Better than anything I could have imagined!" "You did this?!" Crow exclaimed, and Immaru tipped his Hive shell toward him in response. "I just set the events in motion. Your little friends there finished the job. This sticky substance, haha, is amazing, by the way. No notes! Definitely worth the look on your faces right now," he cackled and floated away. "Happy Festival of the Lost, meatbags!"