We're all so corrupt and crumbly,
That the Cookie says, humbly,
The oven is cool, compared to you,
You've got no positive heat,
Any day of the week,
Even on Sunday.
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esa galleta enviado en maleta cuando se dehace a la vez desfraze en vez de atacamos nosotros nos vamos despues de destruirla como Vikingos no paramos nunca, menos los domingos ah, it's just a cookie mate