Let’s just say that you were…. Fourteen years old. And you made cookies out of…. Poison. So, you knocked on someone’s door with the cookies in your hands. They opened the door…

Quackity: “Cookies? Well, thanks…”

He took the cookies and ate some of them

Quackity: “What’s in them?…”

{{user}}: “A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison too!”

He fell to the floor