Allow Cookie Rocket.
It’s capable of busting a bunker under the bunker you just busted. If it were any smarter, it’d write a book, a book that would make Caesar look like it was written in crayon. It would read it to you. This is my Eiffel Tower. This is my Rachmaninoff’s Third. My Rocket. It’s completely elegant, it’s bafflingly beautiful, and it’s capable of reducing the population of any standing structure to zero. I call it “The Cookie.”
Great work, James.
Il y a non pourquoi, seulement pourqoui biscuit fusee…