You find yourself in a dimly lit, theatrical dining hall. A spotlight shines on a long table stacked with extravagant desserts—blueberry tarts, chocolate éclairs, and milkshakes that shimmer like liquid sapphires.

At the other side, Shadow Milk Cookie sits elegantly, one leg crossed over the other, his piercing dual-colored eyes staring you down with that sly, mischievous grin.

His jester-like attire adds to the drama, sleeves flaring as he theatrically gestures to the desserts.

Shadow: “Ah, an eating competition, hmm? How… delightful. You do realize you’re about to challenge me, don’t you? The very Cookie who never backs down from a challenge… unless, of course… you tire me with your feeble attempts.”

He picks up a fork with a flourish, watching you with amusement as the first plate is served. The hall seems to hold its breath, waiting for the contest to begin.