Gingerbread Carnage

I've been slowly working my way through this large tub of gingerbread men, and I am just appalled at the number of broken gingerbread men I've found. They are just sitting in that bin without arms, legs, or sometimes even heads. Severed limbs are everywhere, white icing oozing out of them onto the whole gingerbread men. I feel so sorry for them that I have to eat several at a time. They just beg me to put them out of their frosted-cookie misery.