Kayson's Carnival of Chaos

Previously

…“Well, Ms. Periwinkle,” Kayson began, a wobbly smile spreading across his face, “I suppose the next step is to… try and make some sense of this symphony of squalor.” He gestured around them, a sweep of his hand encompassing the broken rides and the scattered debris. “And maybe,” he added, his voice gaining a touch more confidence, “find someone who knows how to fix a bumper car. Or at least, someone who knows how to outrun one.”