Sweet talk

You can't help but gap as you see for the first time in months the former namesake of the company. Unlike the bloated victims of the cookie craze that had swept the city, 'Cookie Lion' has kept his figure completely intact. He sits in the hot tub, relaxing, while calmly savoring cookie afer cookie. "Ah, mister 'Cookie Wolf'," he says, "Come in, come in, have some cookies." You approach, "Why arn't you..." you start, but are inturrupted, "...keep my figure? It's amazing what you can afford when your the richest man in the world. Liposuction is spare change to me."

"Look, Sweets, I think it's about time we stop producing these cookies," you say. "Fat chance," laughs Lionard, "The public loves them. I love them. The cookies stay." He resumes consuming cookies. "But have you seen what their doing to everyone? Everyone looks like their going to explode at any moment! We can't keep this up, sooner or later something has to give." You plead to him. "Sorry old chap, not my concern if no one can learn to control their appitites. They can't sue us of corse, cheeseburger bill and all. Can't sue a company for making you fat. We've got nothing to worry about."

You shake your head, no way this can be happening. "Fine," you say, "You want to try and continue with this, you'll do it with out me. AND my secret ingrediant." You smile, you'vr got him beat now. The lion looks you squarely in the eyes and...

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