Story so far: Is the yuri-est thing in the huge and spiky landmass of the pink-like world it shines like a fluorescent light in the pocket of Light Yagami while making very weird noises that creep the pasta out because pastas are afraid of being squished. Pancakes are also squishy and yummy cause it smells good which is orgasmic and satisfying. But pudding is soft like pillows. When dancing and eating I hate looking at my tongue because you keep touching my hair and I love my feet. "So Kick, the pan, flew out the window", croaked the frog who sunk my dreams and hopes. Why didn't we befriend each and every one that frog tongues pointed towards. Someone who could make us be less than what will we have become. I feel sad and confused. That's why the cookie is sad and scared. It seems that I won't be down today to suicide.