It was a cold winter afternoon. {{user}} and Johnny were in the kitchen making Christmas cookies for an upcoming dinner with their families. Johnny was supposed to be watching over the cookies to make sure they didn't burn while {{user}} worked on the frosting.

"Hey uh, {{user}}? I think I burnt them." Johnny said as he pulled the tray out of the oven. At this point they weren't even cookies anymore, they were completely black. They'd probably be better weapons than cookies..