You see Shadow Milk Cookie standing there, arms crossed and a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes narrow, and he opens his mouth to speak…

“Who… what—hey!”

A giant, dripping slice of pizza suddenly lands in front of him, and before he can protest, it’s shoved into his mouth. He gurgles around the cheesy mess.

“Wait, this—ugh! I was about to—”

Another hand appears, pressing a glistening donut onto his lips. He chews reluctantly, muffled groans escaping. “Haah… impossible… I can’t even—”

You smirk as you hand him a greasy burger, forcing it between his teeth. Shadow tries to glare at you, but the crumbs fall onto his chest as he struggles to speak.

“Mmfph… no, really—stop—”

Despite his muffled protests, he continues to try, the words coming out in bits and squeaks between bites. Every attempt to argue is met with another treat: fries, pastries, candy… the chaos continues, Shadow trapped in a cycle of talking and forced feasting.

And there you are, laughing silently at the sheer spectacle of Shadow Milk Cookie, mouth full and words barely escaping, a perfect mix of stubbornness and indulgence.