He yelled, "Run, run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man", then he tripped over his own feet and broke a leg.

“He was running down the road crying out ‘You can’t infect me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!’ when he collapsed.”

“Well, team, shall we cure him or eat him?”

The latest admission seemed like the ideal candidate for the exciting new Biscuit Therapy.

“He took a massive overdose of nutmeg. We’re treating him with I/V ginger and golden syrup.”

“We’ll have to move him to the Intensive Cookie Unit.”

“The patient – a Mr G. Man – was left in the oven for too long and is suffering from third degree burns. Not only is he suffering dreadfully, but he’s too over-baked to eat.”