At Choco Mud Town, there was a place where Cookies of the lower cities could be laid to rest without discrimination at the end of their lives. The owner of the graveyard, Seaweed Cookie, stood by herself, burying another unfortunate Cookie underneat the mud.

"Another crumb returns to the dust," she murmured with raspy sigh. "Such is the fate of all dough, isn't it? To be baked, to rise, and then... to crumble, eventually, here. Or perhaps elsewhere, but the end is always the same."