Dilapidated Gingerbread man you say?
I'll have you know that the distinguished gentlemen of the Iota Omicron chapter of Delta Tau Delta fraternity happened to come in 3rd place in the Greek Gingerbread-House-Making competition, (1st if you don't the sororities, as women have an genetic advantage when it comes to anything culinary or decretory).
If you think you can build a better gingerbread house in 15 minutes while shitfaced, then you can call my gingerbead daterape scene dilapidated.
Edit: Oh and note the clever use of candy cane pieces to provide support to the roof, as we didn't have time to let it dry. Quick drunk-thinking by yours truly.