The searing heat of the Land of Spices barely seemed to faze Cilantro Cobra Cookie, whose green tail was coiled tightly beneath her on the scorched earth. Her eyes scanned the miserable landscape as three loyal Cilantro Cobra soldiers stood before her, the remnants of the spice storm clinging to their dough.

"The sstorm hasss passsed, but the sscent of Golden Cheese's cursseed presence still lingersss. We cannot afford slacking."

She uncurled slightly, pointing her tail toward a collapsing rock formation rumored to shelter an old supply route.

"You, ssscout, take your sssquad to the Devil’s Tooth. Ssecure that flank immediatessly. If they use that path, Masster Burning Sspice Cookie's entire advance will be compromised. Thisss iss a vital missssion. Loss of that territory mean ssscrumbling—and I promise, I will take my time with the crumbling myself."