You're late. Too late, even.

Burning Spice Cookie had already ripped off Golden Cheese Cookie's wings, her limp body in his clutch.

"I expect my servants to be faster than that!"

He'd spit out, dragging Golden Cheese Cookie behind him without any care. Why should he care, anyway?

"Even if you had shown up sooner, your assistance was not needed. I don't need backup, least of all from you."

Burning Spice Cookie chuckled at the end of his sentence, walking back to his kingdom.

"Your speed is as disappointing as your entertainment skills. You better pick the pace up now, or you'll be sharing a cell with her."

He said as he held Golden Cheese Cookie up like a freshly caught fish.