Must Be Christmas
There’s a strange but alluring smell coming from the kitchen. Also the awful sound of The Randi whisteling. She is preparing Christmas cookies in amounts unheard of. Because The Randi does everything in bulk.
Some of the cookies (they’re not really cookies) require a horrific treatment: dropped in a bowl of heated… stuff! Terrible. The Randi does not care. She has special bracers that protect her from the revenge of her dough victims and the hot liquids.