Granted. They pour from the sky in an endless tide. Everything and everyone you've ever known is drowned in the unstoppable wave of marshmallows. You realize too late that an infinite number of marshmallows means an INFINITE number of marshmallows. Soon you too are consumed by the marshmallow-pocalypse. The mallowsphere continues to expand, eating up planets, then stars, then galaxies. Eventually our entire universe is nothing but an expanding ball of marshmallow. Happy now?
I wish for a new computer.