Granted. You are drowning in a river of chocolate but soon an underwater, or rather underchocolate, pipe sucks you up, past the chocolate lake, next to the chocolate waterfall and into the marshmallow room where you'll be made into marshmallows in five seconds. Soon you'll be drowning again in lots of little cups of hot-chocolate as fluffy white marshmallows dissolving away into a sweet sugary goo.
I wish I was a young immortal robotic space alien six-armed flying amazonian woman from a future where animals talk and vegetables walk and we all sing scarey-happy songs all the time forever.