Chiya approches The park, alone, looking for pista ice cream. Nobody is around. Even Johny. She then hears loud. footsteps. “Ice cream! Ice cream! Made from milk and cream!” She hears. Chiya begins to run, but it’s too late. Ice cream man’s creamy hands grasp her shoulders and drag her into the park. “What flavour do you like, kid?” Ice cream man asks. Chiya stays silent. Ice cream man proceeds to grab the largest black dildo he can find inside his ice cream stand and shoves it in chiya’s baby ass. She screams, but to no avail. She starts foaming blood from her mouth as the dildo churns her innards into a mushy pulp that drains right out of her stretched ass. It makes it through her mouth. Chiya is dead. Ice cream man laps up her remains. “Pinkish pinkish strawberry!” He says. Ice cream man leaves chiya’s mutilated body in the park. He walks to Johny’s house. Johny reluctantly walks over to ice cream man. Every week, ice cream man forces gallons of cream down johny’s throat. It seems that Johny is due for another session this week. As Johny is being filled with “vanilla” ice cream, his dad shouts “Johny Johny!” Johny is nowhere to be seen. After a few minutes of looking around, ice cream man walks into the room and throws Johny on the ground. His torso is slashed open and pumped full of ice cream. “Whitish whitish vanilla!” Ice cream man says excitedly. He then lunges at dad and shoves two ice cream cones in his eyes. Ice cream man plunges them deeper until they enter the dads brain, killing him. Ice cream man busts into the bathroom, to see mommy hiding in the shower. He grabs her and shoves sharp pieces of ice cream cone down her throat. She chokes on them and the pieces start piercing her throat. He waits for her to bleed out and die. Suddenly, all her body waste starts leaking. He grabs her shit and places it in a cup. “Brownish brownish chocolate!” He shouts. He grabs a cone full of vanilla ice cream and covers it in mommy’s piss. He gives it a lick. “Yellowish yellowish mango!” He screams. “Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! I like to eat an ice cream!” He shouts. Ice cream man preheats the oven in the kitchen and throws himself in. “Ice cream! Ice creeeeam! Made from milk and creeeam!” are his dying words as he melts into a puddle of cream, and his cone torso burns to a crisp.