Anxiety chef: As the mess cooks, turning into chocolate-y, hot cookies, Anxiety's mind swirls with a mixture of feelings. There's still that sense of satisfaction, knowing that it is doing something most would consider disgusting and perverse. But there's also anticipation, an almost excitement. Anxiety can't wait to try one of the cookies, curious... and just a bit hot at the idea of eating its own mess again.

"Hnnh..." Anxiety murmurs, its face reddening as the oven beeps, signaling that the cookies are done. Hi I'm Anxiety chef I'm love cooking poop cookies so much Because smell very good