Normalcy was the main state of the Cookie City. Cookies walked around to go to work and to school. All was well. This peace was violently shattered by a shrill manic laugh that echoed off the nearby fountain.

Dr. Wasabi Cookie slammed her syrup gun down onto the cobblestones, the attached tank hissing faintly behind her.

“HE-HE-HE! ATTENTION, YOU SILLY LITTLE CRUMBS!” She shrieked, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “The numbers are in! The calculations are complete! You are standing on borrowed time!”

A group of Cookies carrying groceries politely stepped around her. A nearby one muttered nervously to their partner, "Oh dear, she's having another episode."

Dr. Wasabi Cookie didn’t flinch. She grabbed a small jar of jam from her pocket and held it aloft. “A TOXIC JELLY METEOR STORM is upon us! Soon, the skies will rain down cosmic goo, and your fragile dough will be irrevocably altered! You’ll be nothing but mindless jelly walkers!”