"A certain crazy-ass boyfriend of a certain person who kissed some certain other people under the influence of--" Xander put down the statue and made airquotes. "-- 'magic glitter' while I happened to be in the room, which apparently covers the why, too."

Xander stared at his artwork for a moment, frowning at its headless state, then, sighing, he reached up to the top shelf of his desk and grabbed the last, almost-but-not-quite-stale bavarian creme out of the doughnut box. He took a single bite, then jammed the remainder down atop the protuding pencil neck.