Hired... well, not muscle.

"Well, I'm not going to stand by and doom the world," you say, and begin to storm out of the room. "I don't think so," you hear Sweets say. You turn to see the lion snap his fingers, and almost instantly, two obese tigers bloak the door. It seems as if Sweets had hired more guards on his all you can eat cookie policy. "I happened to notice," says Sweets, "I've never actually seen you eat your own cookies." The two tigersgrab you by the arms and start leading you towards the pile of cookies, "I'm sure if you just try one, you'll change your mind about taking them off the shelves." You struggle, trying to break the grip the tigers have on you, but all you connect with is the pillowy fat protecting them from your blunt assults. Sweets lifts a cookie to your mouth, and you tightly seal your lips, if you eat a cookie, you'll become a cookie aholic, then you'll have no reason to stop the flow of cookies, as well as keeping your trim figure.

Frantically, you lift up your feet, and kick as hard as you can into sweets, sending the slimmer Lion sprawling back into the carefully stacked boxes of cokkies. For a moment, you watch as the wall tips, then comes crashing down, sending cookies spilling all over the floor. Instinctively, the tigers drop you, and dive onto the floor, shoveling cookies into their mouths like it were water to a man dieing of thirst. You take the chance to slip out the doors. You have to get to the processing plant where you keep the bottle of sauce. Once that is out of the way, the cookies will no longer be irrisistable.

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