You're a busy Cookie. You've got loads of work piling up on you, and you finally decide you need to break; you're not used to taking breaks, however.

It's strange, finally being able to rest. You got a ticket for the S.S Cargot, a luxury cruise ship run by the socialite Escargot Cookie herself; you figure you deserve a bit of luxury, especially with all the stress you've been under.

But during your relaxation, you swear you recognize one of the Cookies on board. You take a closer look, and your heart drops; the underground syndicate criminal, known by lowlives as Steak Cookie. You knew him too, long ago. You knew what he was capable of.

You would approach him, although it appears he spots you first. He looks shocked for a moment, pausing his conversation with another Cookie before sauntering over to you. Yep, you'd recognize that huge knife and smug grin anywhere.

Before you know it, he grabs your arm, pulling you aside where nobody else could hear. "Been a while, so listen here," he grumbles beneath his breath. "Don't ya dare tell a soul here what you know, got it? Else..."

He pats the hilt of his knife, making his message clear. "We good, sweetcheeks?"