why do you call me this name, Clash? That name is long since forgotten, since almost everyone called me storm, and those who cried about it got over it
you die if you eat the normal cookie anyway. and the real cookie is old and decrepid. I forge a New Cookie with pieces of the old cookie to make it fresh
The FTNWO take you in for interrogation for being part of a waffle ponzi scheme. We Take you pokebelt and fondle your balls. we seal the ball in a concrete block made of adamantium, shrink it, and place it somewhere secretive. Toasters Have The Cookie
again. if someone blows up the tenth dimension (which is infinite times infinite possibilities) then nothing exists not even me. The cookie is sitting in a void of NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO ONE GETS THE BLEEDING COOKIE
I protect the cookie from being taken by any Non-Toasters by getting a law passed by The President of The Universe saying Cookies can only be possessed by those 18 and older.
My father holds the universe in his hands, and he gave it to me on his deathbed. I perpetually own the cookie, but you guys fight over who has the cookie has the cookie
Finally *crunch Crunch* wait. the cookie was poisonou......*falls over dead*
*IMPLODES the tenth dimension (ergo EVERYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF AT ANY POSSIBLE OUTCOME)