The Time is Nigh
I smell chocolate chip cookies. They are wafting from another
apartment. I may just have to go on a rampage to find them. I'll start
by kicking in doors with a shotgun and a hockey mask screaming
"Cookies!!!! WHERE ARE THE COOKIES!!!?"
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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