If you want to know what happens to the unwise and unfortunate souls who sample the succulent terror traps baked and burnt into chocolate chip cookies, you need only delve down to the blasphemous bakery of the Dark Alley. There, look upon the forbidden forge framed runes of ruin, see the limbs of the lost sharders and gaze, if you dare, upon the heart of the heathen's house of horror...
You know, now that I think about it, I'm not entirely sure what happens either.