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I shall explain to you that it is your destiny to give me the cookie.That should do it.
HiI'd like a cookie.I'll grab it when you're not looking.Shadow
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Since I have just started my post-Easter diet (yeah, right) you may have the cookie, and I truly hope it IS the last one in the universe.
Fix you with an imposing stare.The cookie or your life. Take your pick.
Beam it up, Scotty.Star Trek is coming.
"Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme moreGimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme moreGimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme moreGimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more"~ Britney Spears Song
Mira, may I have that cookie please? It's been almost a month since I've had food that wasn't out of the trash.
Hi Odette.Okay, you can have the cookie.Do you want my sandwich?Shadow
Hi OdetteI can't give you the cookie. It's a game.You can have my chips. My mom gave me corn chips. I don't like those.Shadow
Thanks, Shadow. I'll take the chips. Just don't tell any authorities I eat out of the trash. It's frowned upon. I'm just following the green trend and not being wasteful.
I have no interest in cookies, but while you're taking a bite out of it, I'll be looking for a good angle on your neck.
That cookie is organic, right? Free-trade chocolate in those chocolate chips?I would ask very politely for the cookie. I wouldn't try to just take it from you because that wouldn't be nice. But if there was a very important and unselfish reason for me to take your cookie, it would be very easy. I would use a little fairy dust to make you happy and compliant. You would then want to give me the cookie.
If I wanted the cookie, I would seduce you and then take it. But why would I want it? You can't do anything kinky with a cookie, and the crumbs would get between the sheets.Keep your cookie. And look me up if you want something more fun than chocolate.
There are many ways I could get that cookie from you. I could use fire, wind, pain, fear, and vanishing tricks. Once I had the cookie, I could wipe your memory so you wouldn't even remember that you once had a cookie.But what would I do with it then? I have no use for your silly human treats. Maybe Ricky would like it.Ricky, do you like cookies?
Kalila, I don't want any cookies you acquire illegally. Don't steal. Please. And don't mess with people's brains, either. You scare me when you do that.
Oh, Ricky. I would make you forget I had stolen the cookie and altered her memory.
That scares me even more.I think I need a cookie now. And some scotch.Oh what the hell, forget the cookie and just give me the scotch.
Hi OdetteOh. Okay.You can have all my corn chips.Shadow
HiI'll have some scotch.Shadow
Bo: "You can't do anything kinky with a cookie"Me: Where's your imagination?
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love cookieGive cookiethe Cookie Monster
Cookie Monster,I hear you're suffering from bulimia. Have you sought treatment? I think it's important that, considering your job and all the little children who idolize you, you should show them that you're strong enough to help yourself.
Usually just a smile will do it.
Shit, Aidan, you're so annoying when you get that way. Leave these poor people in peace, won't you?
And that, friends, was my dear twin brother Kaelin. Everybody wave and say HI, KAE!!! He smiles like this: :\
Now I'm going to kick your ass.
It's the LAST cookie in the universe? The last one? You don't EAT the last one! Then there's no HOPE left. You lock it up safely in a light-proof box and invite people to come worship it and make offerings of flour and sugar and eggs and butter and chocolate and the like, and when dark comes you secretly transform the offerings into BATCHES of cookies, and you go around and offer them to the people who now bow down to you as the Cookie-Baker, so now you have way more power than if you only had the last cookie in the universe. Use it for good, please. (Yeah, I thought you'd realize you'd need my help to pull off this scheme. No problem. All I ask is that you give me the sole key to the box that shall contain the cookie.)
I will have Brian go to your house , play his guitar and sing. Then I will tell you the only thing to make him stop is to give him the cookie. You will be more than happy to do so , I assure you!Oh yes, Brian will give me the cookie in return for what I have promised him.I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it though!
Good question.See, I don't have any special skills like a lot of the others on here.A trade maybe? This for that?Eh, its been a long morning, I'm a little strained-Brandon
Hi Kaelin. I wish I had a brother.Hi Anon. That was funny.Hi Candy. That was funny too. I think you should leave Brian. I'm 15. Is that too young? Hi Brandon. How old are you?Shadow
Not that I don't love cookies, but the last one? What, they blew up all the cookie factories? IN THE UNIVERSE? What kind of QUESTION is that? (starts flipping papers) Go away. Ah, wait - didn't see your backside before - actually, sugar, if you're brave enough to go snoop in his office, I'm pretty sure my boss has enough cookie crumbs lying around to feed half of Africa. Worth a shot. You're welcome.
Now will SOMEONE stop talking about cookies and GET THAT DOCTOR ON THE PHONE already?He broke his ankle? I don't care he broke his ankle. Surely he's heard of wheelchairs.What? He broke it trying to steal a COOKIE? What is WRONG with people today?
What's it going to take?I know an investment opportunity when I see one.Name your price.Brandon, call me. We need to up your game, kid.
Hi Dr.That was funny. Hi BrandShadow
Okay, fine. Half of the team goes to bomb that goddamn cookie out of existence.The other half, stay on crowd control to keep those nitwits from trying to save it.Sugar? You still there? Good. Go bake some new cookies. With - with chocolate, if that's ok.
Hi Shadow.Brothers are overrated.
Hahahaha! Kae got sucked in! Good job Shadow!If anybody wonders, Kaelin would just take the cookie. There may or may not be a long range sniper rifle involved.
I don't mean to be rude or ask too many questions, but what does Dt. stand for?
Get ready. I’m punching numbers into a remote. See the blue hologram light dancing around in the air right above the device? Get ready.Whoooooosh. The blue holographic light leaps onto the ground and expands into a huge swirling funnel cloud a few feet away from where you’re standing. I grab the cookie, and jump into the funnel.I’m going back in time to when the cookie was first baked. I will grab that one and eat it before anyone else even knows of its existence. Your forum game, Get the Cookie, will cease to exist. Poof.- Captain Donald Briggs, one of the main characters in Moonbeams Upon Stonehenge, short story published in the anthology, Twisted Tails II – Volume 2: Out of Time.
Odette:See that big, shiny table behind us? Here at the police station, we call it a "reception desk". This "reception desk" is a magical place where someone far nicer than me can show you wherever it is you need to be.Feel free to leave your number, though. Just in case.
So, Detective then? I don't need to leave my number. Your kind never seem to want to be helpful anyway. No offense.
A young boy walks up to the cookie and spears it with a golden sword shimmering in sunlight.He takes a bite. "Mmmmmmm. This is delicious."The boy lifts a goblet, gold and decorated with sparkling gems, to his lips. He swigs down liquid.Then he devours most of the cookie, wipes his mouth on his sleeve, and looks up. "Better even than strawberry jam!"- The young boy: Wiley O’Mara, main character in The Fisherman’s Son Trilogy
Odette, that your name?Look. I know. I know. Your dog ran away, your grandma lost her kidney stone to what you're sure is a kidney stone theft league, and you think I'm criminally hot. These are all problems any upstanding citizen should be concerned about. I don't disagree with you there.Right now, however, I'm mildly busy SAVING THIS ENTIRE TOWN'S BUTT, possibly from my own partner. To say that I've had a day gone south, Odette, would be SOMEWHAT of an understatement.So, please, do me a favor and tell your fellow homo sapiens to STOP INTERRUPTING. Okay? OKAY.
I wonder, Halliwell, if my small size and young face make me appear submissive? My dog didn't run away. My grandma and I haven't been in the same room for 13 years, though she lives on the coast, a mere two miles away from the trailer park that I called home. Thanks for saving the town's collective butt. What were the good people threatened by again?
Also, I'm not technically a homo sapien. Neither are half of the characters in here.
Odette:You're still here, you little tigress you? Allright.I actually want to ask you a few questions. What trailer park was this, the one on the outskirts? Did you meet a family by the name of Johnson there? Has any of your relatives disappeared lately - a sister, a cousin? This town doesn't have good people. Come to think of it, people per definition are not good people. Good God, I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I think something bizarre is going on in this town - You heard about that double homicide in the papers? I think... Shit, forget it. You'd laugh in my face.But don't trust anybody that seems a bit too - too clean and friendly, okay? And I'll need you to call this grandma of yours. Waaah waaah, not on speaking terms waaaah, I don't care. I need someone to talk to me about the Johnsons.
Dear Ms. Mira,How lovely to be back here with all of you young folk. I'm afraid after my tea and Easter last weekend, I've been very tired. But I had such a lovely time, it was worth it, dears. I'm so glad that you came to visit me.Now, about the cookie, Ms. Mira. If there is only one left, I really think we should all share it, dear. Don't you think?We can each have a little taste. And I will make some lemonade to go with it.Wouldn't that be pleasant, dear?Sincerely,Ms. Fettleston
Here's how I'll get the cookie.I'll snag it. Then I'll dissolve it in milk.You'll never find it.Then I'll take it out with my milk. I'll use my lab to reconstruct it. Then I'll have it. I'll write a paper on my technique.I'll be publically denounced and publically lauded and secretly admired and feared.Then I'll eat the cookie.
Uh, Halliwell, before you make people hate police officers any more than they do, you should know that I'm homeless. That means that I eat out of garbage cans. I believe you call that "illegal". Also, no matter how uber-hot you are, I'm fifteen.The Johnsons were nutbags.
Hey, Franklin Henderson from "The Cooking Class" here. Carmella Candi, the love of my life has given me the recipe for cream cheese marble cupcakes. I have used the last of earth's ingredients to make them. I hold on this plate before me three, still warm from the oven, heavenly smelling, sour cream frosted mouth watering confections. I will trade you two for the cookie. Speak now or forever hold crumbs in your hand.
Oh. My. God.I'll take them. Whatever you want for it. Anything.
Anonymous, could you please just give me one of Mr. Henderson's cupcakes if you get some for your cookie? Chocolate really isn't my most favorite but gooey cream cheese type goodies are. Then I won't have to bother with all the Brian bit. Oh, please Mr. Anonymous. Even half? Pretty please?
Maybe. What'll you give me for them?Candy?
Dear Mr. Wiley,Please don't wipe your mouth on your sleeve.Please use a napkin, dear. This is much more polite, you see.I hope you enjoyed your juice and cookie.Sincerely,Ms. Fettleston
Shadow, I'm 24-Brandon
I'll wait till you've eaten it, then drain every last molecule of dough and chocolate from your miserable soul.
I have the last glass of milk in the universe.Let's share the cookie. You even get to dunk first.
Aidan, I'd love to see you smile. You seem nice, even if you are a demon.If I had the cookie, I'd give it to you. But I don't. I did finally get that sandwich yesterday, though.I am really thirsty, now, though. Would anyone like to trade me a glass of milk for one of these gryphon feathers?Please?
P.S. I am not homo sapien. But I am Hanorja. Which is close. Faldur and Raynor are, also.
Hi Brandon,I'm 15. What do you do?Hi Maryena.Hi Evil Peckish Vampire LordI'm not a vampire. I can't see myself in the mirror, though.Shadow
Well...I used to be a laborer at a factory in Esquin, now, I'm just on the run from the authorities and a bounty hunter trying to kill the woman I'm protecting.-Brandon
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