Ice cream van

The person stood alone in the desert. Staring off into the ice cream hills and the rivers of caramel, he bent down and tasted the ground. With a look of some satisfaction on his face he set off down the valley towards the river. The ice cream squished about under his feet, clambering over some of the larger ridges he was quite covered in the sticky substance by the time he reached the river. They sat down on the edge of the river and stared happily into its caramel covered shallows.
After a time, the world became darker, there was no apparent light source, but it was dark now. The person lay down on his back and stared upwards at the chocolate cover covered sky. With a look of satisfaction on his face he went to sleep.

He woke in the morning with a feeling of cold wet substances sloshing around his ankles. Glancing around at the softened outlines of this once beautiful landscape, he looked slightly worried. He started half swimming, half slipping his way through the mess towards the highest hill he could see. By the time he had reached it he would thoroughly covered in ice cream. He sat shivering on the top of the hill looking around at this wild dream he had created. Laughing manicaly the scene switches.

A fairly small room filled to the brim with strange bits of tubes, vials and glass thingys. In the center of the room is a small freezer with a timer sitting beside it. The timer still has 2 days to run. The entire room is dark, lit only by the sunlight trying desperately to get past the curtained off windows. Lying casually on the bench under the window is a bill. It looks like a power a bill, it has big red letters written all over it.

Several days later in the small room the man was found dead. The cause of death was found to be drowning in ice cream. It was debated for a long time how he had managed to drown himself in a 2 liter tub of icecream with caramel topping. The best suggestion was that he had drowned himself first and then shoved ice cream down his throat to confuse everyone. The eventual cause of death and as whether it was murder or not, was put down as unknown. The experiment was packed up and sold off in little bits to the relatives. He had little money. The ice cream had been bought with the last things from his bank.

A student was reading this account in his local newspaper. 'Wow!' He thought, 'Wouldn't it be neat to be in a world made of ice cream!'. Going to the library in some deep thought, he had an inspiration. Over the next several years he collected all of the various (illegal) bits to make his experiment come true. At the end, running low on money, he ignored several bills. One of them was a power bill.

What goes around, turns into ice cream.