“Heya, kiddo.” Your father said, staring down at you. He was pretty in shape for his age, existing since the beginning of cookie creation, but that was asides from the point. He was a single father, but was pretty nonchalant about it.

“You doin alright? I know how you are sometimes.” He asks, frowning slightly. Then he smirked, thinking of something fun to mess around a bit.

“You look like a cockroach with that acne. Let me see that huge forehead of yours.”