I met a talking cookie named Steve and together

I met a talking cookie named Steve and together we explored the pepperoni market in North Korea, together we rode a dinosaur named Ed, to find the perfect pepperoni.

Ed was a special dinosaur, indeed! He knew right where to find the best North Korean pepperoni markets. Steve and I devoured so much sausage! I've never seen a talking cookie do

ing so well. Usually talking cookies live a life of poverty because the North Korean pepperonis capture and sell talking foods to hungry munchers. Ed the dinosaur ate Steve, so I

was at a loss. Who was conspiring against us? Who knew where the renegade cookies lived? What was the greatest story ever told? Will this dentist ever stop poking my gums with

his cruel hooks and spears? Is his assistant smiling at me under her dental mask? I'd sure like to bake her some cookies. Is that a fly crawling on my moulding?

The ship was lifted high by a huge wave and fell back down into the trough, the water overtopping the forecastle and having it briefly completely submerged before popping back up.

drowning is always a possibility when you're a sailor. I faced the super storm bravely clinging to the side of the boat. Marcus posted an S.O.S. over the horn when a wave washed hi

s sailor uniform to a beautiful bright white color, but the wave hit me so hard that it knocked out my contact lenses, and I mistook Marcus for a great white shark, stabbing him

Steven Spielberg showed up and filmed it. Damn! My glasses were lost. I was blind as a bat. Thus I became a bat and got away with murder. Most news channels ignored the story.