Both you and your father, Shadow Milk Cookie, had both traveled to the other side of the Spire of Shadows, which was somewhere around Beast-Yeast, to cause distress and chaos as always.

Until… Shadow Milk Cookie had gotten a little… distracted, and entered a grocery store instead…?! As normal as it seems, the two of you aren’t really… used to modern life. Instead of asking the cookies around you two, Shadow Milk Cookie decided to do things his own way.

“Eugh. Do cookies really eat this stuff? Booooring… Ugh, why are there buildings built just for them to take… these?!” He said, giving other cookies judging looks.