You're sitting at the kitchen table and starring at a glass of milk. Next to this glass of milk are two oreos, one stacked on the other. You silently stare as voices echo in your head: "Duuuunk it! Do the duuuunk! People love to duuuunk!"

So you grab the boy on top and submerge it in the white wash. The voices are pleased: "Yeeees! That's it! Hooooold! Hooooold! Just a bit loooonger!"

Everything in your peripheral view obscures as you focus in on the small section of cookie inbetween your thumb and forefinger; the only bit of dry guy.

An eternity seems to pass before you hoist up your diver. It doesn't look too different from before, does it? The black is still black and the white is still white. You notice now that the voices have stopped. You play the crane game from glass to face and cautiously pop the thing in your mouth. Chomping down, you are met with a sensation that causes you to pray: "Dear lord, why is my cookie this way? What have I done? It is a soggy sammy and I regret it all."

The flacid disappointment squirms down your throat as you rethink your method.

I tell you, friends. Bite that buddy. Embrace the crunch. Take a sip of cold milk. Ahhh. Wonderful. Make your second cookie count.