They say the cookie eats the man, but in this collection of fantasies that is but one answer to the question of time. Each chip of the cookie represents a piece of the puzzle of what was foretold, in the cosmos they reach seeking an answer to its dough. Think hard on this, for it is here that the science of love dissolves into the pieces of wisdom we have not yet imparted on the weak souls. In this time of questioning our moral spectrum of to cookie or in fact two cookie one must seek the guidance of the Seven and their teachings for it is only them who can share that which the flour coats, and for when the flour rises upon the backs of those who wait, only then can we be truly sure that the cookie was once an agent of the cosmos, sent out before we could realize that the salt was there, an infinite collection of questions of sweetness yet bitter betrayal, an odyssey and tale of knowledge so oft forgot in this rambling world of clowns and fairies, who are we but mere ants on a log to question the forces that propel such an art and craft to the millions of minds who scorn the very nature of the cookie.
pretty good game