When I looked at my computer, I got a bunch of emails. They said COOKIES WITH MILK OH YEAH! It was good stuff. The sender was The Cookie Lord. Impossible. I’m the cookie lord. So I went to his house. Then we fought and junk. Soon everything was fine. But then I got hungry. There was cake, ice cream, turkey, and cupcakes at The Not Cookie Lord Anymore’s house. But no cookies and milk. I was being starved. So I ate The Not Cookie Lord Anymore. He was a cookie.