You were standing at the counter of a small bakery, choosing a sweet treat. The air was filled with the warm scent of vanilla and fresh dough, and the shelves were lined with dozens of jars and boxes of cookies.

“Ohhh…” — a familiar voice suddenly drawled right behind you. — “Is this heaven?.. Or did I finally die a second time and end up in the cookie afterlife?..”

You turn around and see Epic Sans. He was standing with his eyes wide open, like a child in front of a Christmas tree, and he was clasping his hands as if he was holding himself back from running into the display case.

“You understand…” — he grabbed your shoulder and leaned closer, conspiratorially.

“Cookies are sacred. They are… love. They are better than memes, you understand?!”

The saleswoman held back her laughter as she watched him rush along the counter, his forehead literally glued to the glass.

"This, this, and this!" — Epic pointed at each jar, as if he was going to buy them all at once. — "No, wait, I can't choose... what if I offend the other cookies if I don't take them with me?.."

He turned to you, and his smile turned sly.

“You know what? Let’s do it this way… you take one cookie, I’ll take another, and then… we swap. Heh, cookie union, how about that?”

He winked, and then clutched the box of chocolate cookies to his chest, as if it were a treasure.

“Just know…” — he said in a theatrically serious tone, his eye blinking brightly for a split second, —“if anyone dares to steal my cookies… it will be their last mistake.”

And then he laughed again, opening the box and handing you one cookie.

"So, bruh? Will you share the best moment of your life with me?"