THIS is the face that you will have to contend with, foul mama, if you so much as TRY to even THINK about hiding that last Cookie from me. After a fine morning of muddy madness, I have earned every cookie and I count them. Oh yes, I count them. And you are one cookie short of the normal cookie allowance.
GIMME. COOKIE.
Love,
Bogart
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