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GET the COOKIE

OH MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE my dear @tree.

Seeing as you have just committed taboo, there is NO distinction between any of you, and you have lost your tree-like identity. you are a forest, which I burn to the ground and retrieve the cookie, in ashes.
 
Dressed as Smokey the Bear, I arrest you.
You are forced to give up the cookie as evidence of your crime.

I take the evidence...aka the Cookie...to a cosy spot
where I like to spend time: the den of the Prince of Wolves.
 
I meet a version of @tree and ask for the cookie. No cookie.I repeat this process 148 times. That's how unlucky I am with the law of averages. Oh wait, could some of them have LIED??? I am devastated by this thought my world falls apart and then I remember hey this happened to me before and I will survive. Anyhew next I meet the 150th clone and ask for the cookie, she smiles and gives me the cookie. So then my faith in personkind is restored but I am consumed by a burning question which is, Can't I ever eat it in this game? Because now I am hungry. I hover longingly over the cookie but because I am not sure what the rule is I put the cookie away in a cupboard for later. I had met the 150th clone on a distant moon of a distant planet in a distant galaxy. Then I went home for tea.
 
Oh no that was all a dream and I did not really get the cookie from @tree, so I go to the dentist of the Prince of wolves. It's quite smelly there. I stealthily snatch the cookie from a person dressed as a bear who can't be very dextrous due to the costume, and take the cookie to a distant moon of a distant planet in a distant galaxy and put it in a cupboard for later. Then I go home for tea.
 
Thinx said:
I meet a version of @tree and ask for the cookie. No cookie.I repeat this process 148 times. That's how unlucky I am with the law of averages. Oh wait, could some of them have LIED??? I am devastated by this thought my world falls apart and then I remember hey this happened to me before and I will survive. Anyhew next I meet the 150th clone and ask for the cookie, she smiles and gives me the cookie. So then my faith in personkind is restored but I am consumed by a burning question which is, Can't I ever eat it in this game? Because now I am hungry. I hover longingly over the cookie but because I am not sure what the rule is I put the cookie away in a cupboard for later. I had met the 150th clone on a distant moon of a distant planet in a distant galaxy. Then I went home for tea.
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Of course you can eat it, but someone will glady dissect you for it
 
Seeing as I am alliteratively arraigned of arson, I plea to Mothergoose to lull the police guards into a sleep, and escape.

The cookie is in a far off galaxy only known to @Thinx. I borrow the Hudson telescope and use it. It takes many eons, but I am lucky and discover the cookie, many light-years away. Thankfully Buzz Light-year is up to the task and warps to the cookie's location. Along the way home, he is swallowed by the cookie into a blackhole, along with the cookie. Nobody really even knows how they work. One theory is that a whitehole will shoot them into another dimension. Let's go with that!
 
The cookie, having disintegrated and left the black hole
as photons of radiation, re-integrates, good as new and
falls into my hand.

So I put the cookie next to another cookie and hope
they fall in love so that there will be more cookies
after they get married and nobody will ever take the
cookie from me again.
 
The cookies fall in love and there's soon plenty of cookie kids however cookie beliefs around the sanctity of marriage are well nonexistent really and they both soon gravitated to some passing chocolate brownies and a custard cream, they just aren't monogamous. I don't know which cookie is which so I just grab any one and wrap it in greaseproof paper, placing it on a shelf in a secret and secure location . The rest of the cookies start a commune with some peanut butter flapjacks.
 
Thank you @tree and @Thinx for continuing! I truly enjoy this game.
I hear of a promotional grand opening at IHOP and invite all my besties to eat the pancakes and cookies. As for the secret cookie? I use a Geiger Counter to trace its recent dose of radiation from the black hole.

I fly to Savannah Georgia (I just spent a week there with my grandma, it was a blast) and impregnate the cookie into a brick to hide among the many thousands of historical brick buildings and roads, made entirely by slaves.
 
Accompanied by the Hulk and the Cookie Monster,
I arrive in Savannah Georgia. Hulk smashes the building
and Cookie Monster locates the cookie for me.

We transport to Sesame Street where a
hologram of Mr. Rogers sings a song about
everybody being special. Captain Kangaroo is
also attending this mash up of children's
programming, accompanied by several of his
cohorts. Howdy Doody and Flub-A-Dub are
present, as well.

I put the cookie in Oscar's trash can. Tom Terrific
promises to guard it and Flub-A-Dub acts as a
sentinel.
 
The childrens programme characters all had to go to bed at 7.30pm and the cookie is just sitting on the kerb of Sesame Street. I hum a lullaby as I retrieve the cookie and hop into a boat that rows itself out to sea rocking gently. I hoist a sail and darkness falls on the quiet ocean.

Next morning I wake up and the boat has run ashore on a golden beach and I realise I m in Always Always land just beyond and to the East of Never Never land. Over in the far distance I can see Sometimes Sometimes land.

I bury the cookie in a secret hiding place no one can ever find, and walk to Sometimes Sometimes where I feel more comfortable with the generally flexible way of life.
 
I hide behind a palm tree as you find the cookie and then I distract you by singing a Billy Bragg song loudly. You drop the cookie and run away. Understandably. I pick up the cookie and take it to Never Never land where I hide it in a cookie factory. Then I go back to Sometimes Sometimes via Whatever.
 
In a world poisoned by exploitation, those who have taken--- now they must give.
Although the Lost Boys offer me confections, I refuse, and will accept nothing but
the original cookie. They are convinced, at last, of the error of clinging to the cookie,
which was never theirs in the first place, and should, by all moral principles, belong
to me.

So I leave Never Never land, with the cookie, pleased that the vanity of ownership
(by someone else) has been defeated, the cookie in hand.

I sight by the second star and sail on until I reach Jurassic Park, where I slip the
cookie into the enclosure populated by velociraptors.
 
The velociraptors aren't keen on cookies and so the cookie lies there uneaten. When the velociraptors go for brunch, I sneak in to their enclosure and retrieve the cookie, narrowly making it back under the metal gate I rolled under as they return. Luckily there's a wire net over their enclosure as some of them have pretty good wings.

I climb aboard the next plane outta there and fly to Iceland where a daughter of a friend is getting married. I place the cookie in a locker while I swim in the hot springs which bubble with helpful and reviving active ingredients.
 
My locker is next to yours at the gym so nobody notices when I just reach in and take the cookie out of your locker. Nobody notices.

Then I put it my gym bag and dress the gym bag up like a dead guy and leave it in the park.
 
I go to the park but some children have already found the dressed up gym bag and put it on a cart. They want to collect pennies for the guy, or whatever the Icelandic equivalent of that is. I offer some coins as I rummage in the gym bag to retrieve the cookie.

I bring the cookie back to the UK and hide it in the clock tower of Big Ben then go for a pleasant walk by the Thames.
 
Since there's no free tours of Big Ben scheduled until
the refurbishing is done, I buy a pizza, and pretend to
be the pizza delivery.

While the workers are busy scarfing pizza that they
didn't order, I put the cookie in my pocket, and go
to Everybody's Least Favorite Teacher's desk, and
put the cookie in the teacher's desk drawer.
 
Mr. Decker no longer teaches at my school. He left the cookie behind, so now it's mine.

I have locked it in my dorm room for the week.
 
I teleport in to your dorm room while you are out and grab the cookie. I laugh triumphantly and teleport to Exeter UK. I hide the cookie under a bench as I walked alongside the Exe. Then I go to the Royal Albert Museum for coffee and their amazing displays.
 
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