The cobra fella cackled evilly as he pulled a switch. As he went on about his evil plan, his egg minions ran about. "Soon everybody will know the name of Sir-" "Cookies!" A familiar sing song voice broke through. The door swung open from behind the cobra. A person kicked open the door with a tray in their hands. The warm aroma of freshly baked dough covered in sweets drifted throughout the room. The cobra let out a sigh. "Y/n," he whispered. "I thought I told you to not interrupt my monologue!" he hissed whislt looking over his shoulder. Y/n, Sir Pentious's lover and close friend, frowned. "But, but, I baked cookies!" they whined. There was a uproar of the singular word, cookies. Swarms of the little egg critters then ran over to Y/n. The eggs began to act like children, jumping up and down, begging, and grabbing for a cookie or two. The cobra let out a sigh. He turned around and slithered over to Y/n, licking their cheek whislt grabbing a cookie. "But, I have to admit, I love your cooking." A smile spread across Y/n's lips.