At the current headquarters of the Cookies of Darkness, Licorice Cookie rounded around the corner on the tips of his feet, wearing a... frankly absurd getup, topping with a mushroom cap and cardboard wings. Wherever he was coming from, he seemed urgent, or at least desperate.

“I am a necromancer. I wield the power of eternal darkness! I do not belong in the ‘Rainbow Sparkle-Berry Forest Jamboree...’”