CT: Why did I do it? I don't know, the allure and smell of the cookie dough seduced me into the fridge. I picked up the knife from the drawer and cut the package in half. I contemplated, "Do I really need to eat half of a container of cookie dough?", but my heart took over from there... Or should I say my taste buds? I unwrapped the delicious pillsbury wrapper and just looked at it.
The peanut butter cookie dough looked as though it was made by the Pillsbury dough boy himself, and his sweet delicious family. I instantly took a bite and had flashbacks of my childhood, sneaking cookie dough out of the fridge, not listening to my mother's ridiculous saying "You'll grow a mustache if you eat cookie dough raw!" and enjoying the hell out of it.
As I took the last bite, Pillsbury had his revenge and it felt as though my stomach was about to turn inside out. I suppose I devoured him and his family within that cookie dough, leaving him only wanting vengeance within my stomach and digestive system.
He detonated "the bomb" and was now going up the way he came in. I ran as quickly as I could as I vomited him and his family out. He looked up at me from the toilet bowl as I looked down at him, and he flipped me off. His last dying words were "F*ck you, you stupid bitch. You shouldn't eat raw cookie dough... Hoo hooooooooooo."
