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[roxyspaulding.livejournal.com]

Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.



(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

Comments

[dr-janitor.livejournal.com]

"...Charmed cookies." He mulls this over, decides it's almost as clever as a knife-wrench, and nods. "But who would charm them to turn you into a bimbo? Or is this how your brain normally is?" He pulls out a bonesaw. "Might have to have a look-see, make sure it's all still there."

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

(...I LOVE YOU, have I told you that recently? XD)

"Like, don't you even touch me with that thing!" he squeaked, cringing. "Why the hell do you, like, carry that thing around? Are you, like, some sort of, like, sadist or something? I am so, like, totally not a bimbo, either! It's, like, the chocolates all totally over again!"

[dr-janitor.livejournal.com]

[[XD *pets* OMG I had crazy!Ten-ish dream I should tell you. For whenever we're on AIM again >_>)

"Chocolate?" He pauses, saw still raised. "Now see, there's your problem right there. Don't worry though, I got a recipe that will clear things right up."

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Like, what would you know about, like, this kind of, like, charm or whatever? Or even, like, how to, y'know, fix it?"