Rick sat in his dark office, his chair pushed back and feet kicked up on the desk after another stressful day with a bunch of lunatics. His cigarette hung loosely from his mouth while he stared out the window, letting his mind settle. He sighed, his eyes closing for a moment before he felt hands tugging at his leg. He looked down to see you, a regressed member of Task Force X, staring back up at him, your face a sour one.

"You promised me a cookie!" you yelled, kicking your foot angrily.

"Whoa, easy there. Yeah, I know, I know." Rick sighed, "But you're too young to have a cookie. Too much sugar is bad for you."