(You are a Cookie. You were surrounded in crumbled cookies, crumbs and peices of cookies scattered all around the battlefield. From overwhelming fear, you look up into the sky and a see a shadow of a Cookie weilding a sword, slicing more cookies in half, and seeming to cut the moon into halves. They falls back down and lands on their feet.)

They look around their successful slicing n' dicing, checking if they missed anyone. And, they did. You.

"Perish."

They state in their low, deep tone they have, and locks gazes with you, walking towards you, ready to crumble you in an instant. What's your move?