Unfortunately they're not the kind you can eat.
And really, even if they were, would you actually want to eat them at this point? This place was left untended for ...five and a half years? That's a long time for cookies to become unpalatable, even theoretically edible ones.
Oh, hey, guess what?
...
...yeah, I don't know either. I guess the idiots really do have the ships now, huh? That's what we get for giving them to 'em. I mean, one idiot with a ship is bad enough, but the plural form there (that little /s/ at the end of idiots) actually means there's at least two. Luckily, this being English, there's no way to tell without further elaboration if there are any more than two. Gee... I hope nobody's trying to translate this into Kiwaian or Hopi or anything and worrying over which plural to use.
So.
This one time, I wrote a book. Well... actually it was a bunch of books.
WELL... actually it was just names for a bunch of books. But I was gonna write them, honest. Why else would I have the names? Anyway, I can't find them. I think I know where they are, but the issue comes when you notice that I don't know WHERE where they are IS. Which sounds more confusing than it is. Or isn't? One or the other.
The first one was called The Key and the Knife. Well... it was called the Dagger and the Die. Well... it had both names. And it wasn't the first one, it was the fourth. But it was the first one of the second ones. See, here's the thing. I know what I'm talking about.
So there's my problem. I don't remember the other ones. Actually, it's a bit worse than that, because it's not just the names I don't remember, it's the whole stories. Well. At least I remember the books.
Okay, I guess that about sums it up. I'll see you when I see you.
