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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

[slothbefouler.livejournal.com]

"Man, they were fuckin' tasty!" Jack said enthusiastically. In his day, chocolate was consumed as a beverage, not as a candy, and he had never encountered anything like these biscuits before.

[rosecasson.livejournal.com]

'I will have to make you a chocolate pizza one day, then,' says the small girl happily. 'It has all different kinds of chocolate on a biscuit base.'

[slothbefouler.livejournal.com]

"Dude, that would rock." Jack wasn't entirely sure what a "pizza" was - the word was, of course, Italian for "pie," but Jack only knew (or thought he knew) French and Spanish. But if chocolate was involved, it would no doubt be worth trying. "C'mon, kid." He headed off for the kitchens.

[rosecasson.livejournal.com]

Rose shrugs, and follows the crazy dude man. Real pizza would have to wait.