Ohai. Cookies are somewhere, we're running low on chocolate, slowly selling the ancient plain cookies to the Minmatar as ablative armor and so on and so forth.
Don't take candy from hugs and the Sansha only want to strange Amarrian men you. Guys dressed in sharp suits are great, they ski down mountains of Crash and other items of questionable legality, and donate all your ISK to me because I like caek.