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[nightshined]

[ This is Tyki. She is in the Dressing Room today. BIG SURPRISE right?

And she is a woman on a mission. ]

Where the hell are my Girl Scout cookies?

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[jigsawfalls]

I'd like to know this too. [Thin Miiiiints.]

[nightshined]

Did you eat them, Allen?

[jigsawfalls]

If I did I would have shared them with you!

[nightshined]

I wonder about that...

[themisnamed]

['Tias jolts and looks over her shoulder, she's cookie free but she does have a plate of velvet cake.]

Girl Scout cookies?

[nightshined]

Girl Scout cookies. It's February!

[thewrongname]

Can't say I've heard of cookies like that before. February is important for them?

[nightshined]

It's when they start selling them!

[failingfelicity]

[Hullo, babybump.]

Ah- those are that American food, right?

[nightshined]

...so that's where the cookies went.

[failingfelicity]

What? ...N-no, I haven't eaten any!

[nightshined]

Are you sure?

[bartendingclown]

...Girl Scout cookies? I haven't seem them.

[nightshined]

That doesn't mean a thing. I'm convinced that most Allens don't actually see their food before they inhale it.

derp. seen*

[bartendingclown]

[Pouts. Just a bit] Well, I would still know if I ate any cookies.

[nightshined]

What if they were mixed in with everything else?

[latenightmoon]

You're going to trust this place to leave Girl Scout cookies alone? [Her hair is flame red, the same color as Cross's but it is Allison.]

That's like Russian Roulette with all six bullets.