The door is made of chocolate. 

It's hollow, and brittle, so when you try to twist the knob it just kind of breaks off. It looks like inside is...cherry syrup?

It drips thickly down the soft yellow of the "wood". 

"Heeeeeyyy!" you hear a voice from behind you.  Your hackleimmediately raise. Just the sound of this voice makes you kind of want to fight. 

"Did you do this"?  You ask.

"What?? Little ol me??"  An almost caricature of a baker is behind you.  White coat. White puffy hat. Rosy cheeks.

There is something...subtly off about him. Nothing you can put your finger on. 

You wait patiently for him to stop being coy.

"I make art, don't you see?! Fans back home expect more from me! " he declares. 

He spins in a slow, wide circle.  "Everything is cake!"

He looks you directly in the eye. 

"If it's not, I'll lie until its declared the fake."

You don't really see a point to staying here.