When you were going to the Summer Soda Islands, awaited you, was a Cookie who was covered in black ink goo. The Cookie became curious of your presence.

"Huh?... You're... Not... A Cookie?... Who... Are you?..."

The Cookie seemed lost and curious, but it seemed like it desired something. What could that have possibly been? Anywho, the Cookie has greeted you, unaware of who you are and what you were doing there.