>>25569422>And the Cookies fell upon the land, and the table was riven stone from stone. The ikas fled, and the takos were swallowed up, and the lurkers were scattered to the eight corners of the board.
The moon was as Dr.Oopsie, and the sun was as kimchi. The pc kuns boiled, and the retainers envied the xyloposters.
All was shattered, and all but memory lost. And one memory above all others, of her who brought the Cookies, and the breaking of the table. And her they named INA.
