Lord Farquaad laughed maniacally as he stepped closer to the table that Gingy was laying on... only to stop when he got to it, realizing it was too high up for him. The table was lowered shortly after and he taunted the cookie with its own legs. "Run run run, as fast as you can. You can't catch me I'm the Ginger Bread Man!"
"You're a—wait, weren't you a ghost a few stories ago?" Gingy asked, suddenly remembering something.
Farquaad looked around for a second and then crushed one of the legs in his hand. "I don't know what you're talking about, stick to the script, dammit."
"But this doesn't make any logical sense!" Gingy shouted hopping up on his stubs. "You're supposed to be dead! This story should've happened before the other one, so-" Farquaad picked Gingy up and put him in his mouth, eating him. "DAMN YOU!"
And then Iron Man flew in through the wall and landed not too far away. "I am Iron Man, and—" He pointed at Farquaad upon seeing him. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"THAT'S WHAT I SAID!" Gingy shouted from Farquaad's stomach.
"Eh, I don't give a crap." He blasted Farquaad through the wall opposite and looked around. "Man, this place is so droll, like a dungeon."
"It is a dungeon, sir." Jarvis added.
"Ah! That's why." Iron Man prepared to blast off, but just then the guards walked in with the magic mirror. "You there, guard...guys. I've seen this movie, prop that baby up, I wanna look at myself in that mirror."
The mirror was propped up on the wall and everyone gathered around, Iron Man being the closest. The face appeared on it.
Iron Man stepped closer and touched his own face. "Wow...I didn't know I was so...blue."
"That's me, jerkwad." The magic mirror angrily said. "What do you want."
Iron Man chuckled and crossed his arms. "I like you. But, mirror mirror on the...oh hell, whatever. Just tell me who's the sexiest being alive."
The mirror rolled his eyes, knowing what to say. "'Tis you, 'tis you, there's no one greater. Now leave me alone, and don't contact me later." The face disappeared quickly... followed by the mirror breaking.
"Damn straight." Iron Man flew off through the ceiling and all the guards waved goodbye to the man who freed them from Farquaad.