The Cookie Game

But the chocolate is actually a strange dark adhesive. You and one of the cookies get stuck in the goo and I (miraculously healed) come into the bakery and take the remainder of the cookies. You can have that first one

But the adhesive doesn't stick when it gets warm (weird concept) So then I Put them in a flash freezer and when you walked by I threw it back on you so it stuck to you and so I took the cookies from the mess (they were hanging from a tree by the adhesive) and went on my merry way

But if you put the adhesive in a freezer, it would adhere to the sides of its container. And why would the cookies be hanging from a tree?

As you saunter away "victoriously" I hurl the container with the still frozen adhesive at your head. The pressure fractures (more like shatters) your skull and you fall onto the ground. I take the cookies from your outreached hand.

fortunately the hospital ppl know how to reconstruct my skull as if it never shattered. I Walk down the street with my triad and We see you holding the cookies. So we decide to jump you and we pummel you to a pulp for shattering my skull. We each take a cookie and walk away.

(I ate sugar cookies for breakfast for the past few days :DD)

You and your triad....aren't you cool...

My gang of bike riding thugs chases you down and beats you up (with the bikes) and snatches the cookies from you. They take them to the hospital where I have just recovered. Then we hop in a car and do a drive by on the hospital that you and your triad were taken to for treatment.

thank goodness that it was only a dream. So we didn't get beat up and none of this happened...

What really happened....

Amp just took out cookies from the oven and i come in and take it from him and slam him into the still hot oven...then i walk on out with the freshly backed cookies.

Wow... I can't believe you threw me into an oven!!

As you're waiting for a red light to cross street, I run up behind you and knock you into the street just as an oncoming truck delivering ovens to a store drives by. Luckily the wheels miss you so you aren't steam-rolled but the back of the truck pops open and a shipment of ovens spills out on top of you. The bag of cookies is unharmed on the curb where I pick it up and run away.