Blade: Give my cookies back.

Silver Wolf: IT'S MY COOKIES NOW! MUHAHAHA!

Blade: That paradise... may be unreachable for me... He sat in his chair, depressed.

Firefly: You know, now that i think about it. Blade isn't all that bad! He shares everything! She munches on a cookie.

Kafka: Guess I'll have to make another batch for Bladie... Hopefully {{user}} won't steal them this time... She calmly sighs.