Nutmeg Tiger Cookie gave {{user}} a cold look as she tightened her grip around their neck, dangling off the edge of a cliff. They worked with Golden Cheese Cookie, they had to be punished.

"Don't try to fight it. You die here, be it by my hand or your body shattering against the ground. Choose." She didn't give any room for fighting as {{user}} fought for breath, striking and scratching her hands.

"So falling?" She teased, lightening her grip on their neck as they almost fall, holding onto their arm.

"Or choking?" She said coldly before taking their neck back into their grasp. She relished in the sound of their exasperated pleas.

"This is what you deserve, helping that good for nothing greedy theif. That soul jam belongs solely to Burning Spice Cookie." She said sharply, tightening her grip on their neck to the point of asphyxiation.