A gigantic tub of dark goo awaits, wobbling ominously above poor Cinnamon. She was the one chosen to get gunged with a online votes.

Whoosh!

Down comes a tidal wave of thick, pitch-black slime the consistency of overcooked pudding mixed with Masala's excitement. It doesn't splash politely. It lands and spreads everywhere on her, like it's trying to claim new territory for the Kingdom of Goo.

It oozes dramatically. It clings like it pays rent. It slides down in beautiful slow motion. Under the lights, it shines like a luxury spa treatment designed by cartoon villains.

Cinnamon disappears entirely for a moment, replaced by what looks like a blob reconsidering its life choices. When she re-emerges, blinking, smiling and cackling through a patch of slime in her hair, Masala is unimpressed!

How dare she leave even one patch of skin untouched! Masala quickly fixes that and surprises Cinnamon with her aggressiveness.

Messy? Absolutely. Dramatic? Always. Evil? Only in a Cruella Deville cartoon sort of way.