The castle of the Headless Horseman. A bastion of headless architecture. A place devoid of candy. A place obnoxiously placed in a Wal-Mart parking lot. Ever been double parked? Well this castle must be like...Four-Hundred Parked. Seriously. This thing is big. Like imagine big, then double it. That big! But can't be called big because its bigger than big, but not enough to be huge...so is it "Bigger-er?" Eh, who cares right? The Headless Horseman. A Headless (Gee, really?) jerk who's been going around using Jack-O-Lanterns with random powers to destroy dentist offices and candy factories. He made a tiny oversight though when the factory next to that one faulty nuclear power plant actually blew up and spread irradiated candy corn everywhere. Why candy corn? Who knows. It doesn't taste like candy or corn. So what the fuck is it then? Who knows? Should we care? Probably not, but now I can't stop thinking about it goddammit! So you're going to sit down with me and brainstorm! What? You don't wanna brainstorm? You want the narrator to shut up and let you save Halloween? You little ingrates! Fine! Go save Halloween! Stuff yourself full of candy! I hope your teeth rot and you go into diabetic comas!