Disaster Site

I had the unfortunate experience of needing to deposit some stray items to my brother's room yesterday.  I should have been prepared for what lurked behind the door, as this was the scene in the basement before I got to his door:

It is always nice to provide a warning. 

I opened the door, took a step back as an odd scent wafted into my face, and turned on the light:

"Oh..."

There were a few options that came to mind as to why his room looked this way. 

1. He was the victim of a natural disaster.
2. He has been the victim of a violent crime. 
3. He is a natural disaster.
4. He was the victim of a bombing.
5. He has been robbed.

After going through the possibilities, I decided to leave the room, slowly, and without turning my back (of course).  Perhaps there may be clues to the crime in other areas of the basement?

Ahhh.  Mystery solved. 

A classic case of :

refined carb binge+electronic entertainment=serious health hazard. 

In more ways than one, people. 

Take note:  lay off the Cheez-Its, or this could happen to you.