Are you awesome? Do you like to talk?

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Are you friendly and feisty and foxy? Are you made entirely of old potato skins? Do you enjoy the sound of artificial sweetener slowly running down a drain in a disused bunker?

Then we should totally talk, because I have a cookie with your name on it, and I am so not into cookies wearing nametags with strangers' names on. Don't be a stranger!

I will say I do prefer someone who likes to banter and is adept at it. It helps if you can spell.

Drop me a PM if you're interested!
 
Please don't offer cake. It lies. Or the offer is. While it may be sweet and moist, it's really a fallacy. In the rain. And you took so long to bake it.

So I guess I'll never get that recipe.

Well, Stan and his band will just have to find a peanut vendor instead. Hey, Jude - oh never mind.
 
Before you stands a short Italian plumber. He holds a cake. His eyes glow as he offers you a slice. "Ninety-nine percent chance of cake!" he announces. The other percentage is Death. Or possibly Susan. Either way, fatality.

The Soul Eater accepts cookies. Especially with nuts in.
 
Before you stands a short Italian plumber. He holds a cake. His eyes glow as he offers you a slice. "Ninety-nine percent chance of cake!" he announces. The other percentage is Death. Or possibly Susan. Either way, fatality.

The Soul Eater accepts cookies. Especially with nuts in.

Soul Weavers like acorn squash, but will never turn down anything with nuts.
 
I like cookies!. C is for cookie that good enough for me!
 
This and you are amazing. I'm probably not what you're looking for, and likewise, but congrats for being awesome :D
 
Before you stands a short Italian plumber. He holds a cake. His eyes glow as he offers you a slice. "Ninety-nine percent chance of cake!" he announces. The other percentage is Death. Or possibly Susan. Either way, fatality.

The Soul Eater accepts cookies. Especially with nuts in.

So... If he runs out of cake, the choice is "or death"?
 
Looks like you've attracted cookie monsters! Nom nom nooom.
 
If I were any more awesome the word itself would need to be redefined. So to save space in the dictionary I'll tone down my future level of awesomeness.
 
No, no, you lot. One slice of cake in a hundred is POISONED. See? And the fun part is, you don't know if you have delicious cake or failcake until after you've consumed. Either you get a lovely, full-of-cake feeling, or you meet Death. Or possibly Susan.

Still accepting applications to be Lord High Chancellor of the Bath Mat People. Or possibly the sanitation engineer for the people aboard Filing Cabinet Five. You won't know until you get the post!
 
No, no, you lot. One slice of cake in a hundred is POISONED. See? And the fun part is, you don't know if you have delicious cake or failcake until after you've consumed. Either you get a lovely, full-of-cake feeling, or you meet Death. Or possibly Susan.

Still accepting applications to be Lord High Chancellor of the Bath Mat People. Or possibly the sanitation engineer for the people aboard Filing Cabinet Five. You won't know until you get the post!

Will Susan stab/ kill me or possibly bring more cake? If so the percentage of having a positive outcome are even greater
 
Will Susan stab/ kill me or possibly bring more cake? If so the percentage of having a positive outcome are even greater

Susan severs souls from dying bodies. She also tips wee out of shoes when necessary and guards the Stationery Cupboard from incursion.
 
Susan severs souls from dying bodies. She also tips wee out of shoes when necessary and guards the Stationery Cupboard from incursion.

Ah, the holder of the keys to the stationery cupboard. I've known a couple of those. They had their favourites, who they would lock in the cupboard with them.

I was never a favourite :(
 
Come on, everyone knows cherry pie is nasty. All those pits! They smell!

It's odd how few PMs I get from these threads. Perhaps people feel safer in public, where I can't rip out their spleen and replace it with a shoe box...
 
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