It wouldn't be Easter without candy, and it wouldn't be a Sunday evening at Kotaku without LEGO. Let's kill two sugar-coated marshmallow birds with one Creme Egg.
I suppose it's an Easter tradition now, so here's RatedRR showing us some beautiful slow-motion footage of a 50 caliber rifle firing through hundreds of marshmallow peeps.
Ever wondered what would happen if a marshmallow Peep was exposed to the cold, uncaring, probably Easter-hating vacuum of space? Of course you have.
I considered Marshmallow Peeps the pinnacle of the pure sugar delivery snack pack, a pure and simple delight that could not be improved upon. Sour Watermelon Peeps have proven me wrong — there is another.
I believe it was the bard Rayvon, performing in the poet Shaggy's seminal work, who said "Closer than my Peeps you are to me, baby." While this writer still hopes to provoke a resurgence of popularity for that classic piece, future generations will condemn "Angel" for that single, unfortunate line. Nothing can be…