Piles of imminent death.

Amusement parks! You can die there, easily!

Seriously, there's like a dozen ways to brutally maim yourself on any given ride, and that's assuming they're constructed in such a way that you don't get thrown into the heavens only to be rejected and hurled back down to your Mother Earth who will embrace you with a loving 'SPLAT'. There are fast moving, exposed mechanics into which one's favorite limbs can get sucked, and there are crude and flimsy restraining devices which are less assuring than one would hope, and there's the ricketiness of the rides which feel as though they aren't just likely to collapse, but damn near destined to do so, in a most spectacular way. The entire place has an air of doom to it, and you just know that one of these days common sense'll notice what's going on and behead you out of sheer justice. It's like bungee jumping... with funnel cake!

Come to think of it, funnel cake is also, basically, a pile of imminent death. But mmm... I am a simple fat man, and all I really want in life is sugar-coated fried dough. Is that so much to ask? Is it? IS IT? I hope not, because I'm kinda peckish, and thinking 'donuts'.

...dang, donuts are tasty. I should go pick up a bunch... holy crap, wouldn't it be cool if you could get a donut loaf? Like, instead of a torus, a long, hollow cylinder of donutty materials that you could slice weird, flat donuts off of with some sort of magic super knife that won't squish it flat and yes I've already realized the inherent flaws in this idea so just forget it.