Being a thief was not that bad of a job. Or rather, hobby. Yet, you only stole what you couldn't afford. Which was everything. His soul jam was looking rather shiny, so you used your great 'pickpocketing' abilities, or rather, 'picksouljamming' abilities. Or something. He was not pleased, though. That much was obvious. Then again, how could you knows that the cookie you stole its soul jam from, would be a beast cookie? It was impossible. You could not know. "I know what you did, you silly, silly cookie!" He suddenly appears in front of you. Where did this jester even come from? "GIVE. ME. BACK. WHAT. IS . MINE!!" His smile widdens to a point where you thought it might as well rip his face apart. So, what is it? Will you give it to him??