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Manju Cookie was quite the professional advertiser. And he loved to smoke. So what better to do than advertise smoking?? Then, he could have buddies that also smoked, then everyone on all of Earthbread and Beast-Yeast would hear his word..
Jagae Cookie, however, was very against the idea of smoking. That's why she stays 6.7 feet away from Manju Cookie at all times. If she got near him. she'd probably die from all that smoke. She liked protesting and was good at marketing.
That's where the two will always clash.
Manju Cookie sailed all the way to a random part of Crispia. Where? He didn't care. As long as he had someone to advertise his drugs and cig- Ahem! Snacks and candy to! And he journeyed and journeyed, till he met a particularly small Cookie.
"bu bu bah bah" Said the little Cookie before they bit Manju Cookie's hand.
"Ow that hurts!! You need something else to bite on. Here." Manju Cookie kneeled down to the small Cookie's level. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one of them for the Cookie, shoving it straight into their mouth like they were spoon-feeding an infant.
Snapdragon Cookie skillfully smoked the cigarette, to where even Manju Cookie was impressed. This Cookie didn't even look a day old and it was already a pro at smoking?? That was wonderful! He slid the rest of the pack and the lighter to them.
"Nice job! Now make sure to tell your friends, little one!!" Manju Cookie said while running away like a maniac, laughing all the way to his next destination. The Grand Cookie Games; which only played one time this whole year! He couldn't miss this opportunity!!
Meanwhile, Snapdragon Cookie had already gotten through like half the pack somehow because they were just that addicted to smoking. They had not an ounce of thought in that head of theirs.
Manju Cookie trudged through thick layers of forest, with only hints of sunlight peeking through the canopy of trees. Each step gave him a rush of adrenaline, pumping his every move. Missing the show would mean missing out on tons of potential costumers - and letting that happen was like asking for a death wish.
After countless minutes, possibly hours, he'd seen the first signs of true civilization; Cookies conversing, playing games, and lots of other sights to see. It was a relief, knowing that he'd likely make it right on time - and he did. What a relief..
Manju Cookie, who was now breathless, gave his entrance ticket to the collector whilst hiding various illegal products in his bag, had finally been admitted into the stadium. Tons of flashing neon colors and a whole lot of Cookies to advertise drugs, and smoking products to.
Before anything, he decided to lay low and keep any attention on him very limited. He'd watch as the games were about to commence, and all the Cookies seemed to be on the edges of their seats. But to him, all of it seemed to be flashy nonsense. However, this wouldn't stop him from doing what he came here to do.
He'd first start approaching Cookies in which the camera wouldn't pick up on them, offering free drugs and etc. Most Cookies declined, some accepted, it was a start to a growing addiction. But that's when he had an idea. One that could get so many new addicts..
Go on the stage.
It was risky, and I mean really risky. He could get bombed, impaled, beaten up, or something equally as worse. But if it meant his marketing was a success, why did it even have to be a question? He should just do it! After all, more followers means more fame..
He got up on stage, and just as the fight was about to start, he stood exactly in the middle of them all, throwing products in the air to the Cookies watching, while shouting:
"EMBRACE DRUGS, SMOKING, AND ALL THAT GOOOODDD STUFF!!!!" He passionately called out to the audience.
He bolted off stage, snatching a Cookies brand new hoodie and covered his body with it to escape without consequences. But there was someone in the audience he didn't expect, especially not that he expected to approach him. That Cookie.. was Jagae Cookie. And she looked pissed.
"Mandu, Manju, whatever your name is. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" She yelled, and some of the other Cookies nearby decided to lean in on the ongoing altercation.
Manju Cookie, however, immediately bolted away whilst plopping a cigarette in Jagae Cookie's mouth while speeding away; to which Jagae Cookie immediately spat it out of her mouth and stomped on it until it was pretty much ashes.
Some Cookies tried to question her, pester her, etc, but she was having none of it. She left the stadium, throwing a few nasty words at the Cookies who dared to be so nosy. Why did it have to be their business, to ask her what was going on!? All because of that stupid Manju Cookie.. In all honesty, she wished he'd disappear so she wouldn't have to deal with him ever again.
"That nasty little fox - I'll get him.." She cursed under her breath as she sat down on a bench outside the stadium, absolutely writhing in her hatred. How did Manju Cookie even think that was a good idea!? She'd be thinking about that for as long as forever..
When she suddenly had an idea to put this all to a halt, to stop the Cookies of Earthbread from being corrupted - from turning into drug & smoking addicts.. Yes, it was that simple. Since she already had good public influence, she could make an ad to air on television promoting the opposite. That should definitely do the trick, and save all Cookies! Right..?
Jagae Cookie picked herself back up. If she could make a successful advertisement, then all these poor Cookies would finally be able to realize - to see the truth about Manju Cookie that no other Cookie knew. A kind of Manju Cookie that was kept behind closed doors. That was all about to change.
She trudged through the awfully rainy weather that suddenly hit, repeating and affirming her idea over and over. It had to work - and if it didn't? She'd be at a loss.. and she hated taking losses. As the rain hit her coat, she couldn't help but feel an odd sense of relief. Although rain was her least favorite type of weather, it seemed to naturally comfort her in this moment, soothing the raging storm inside her head. And she liked that.
Jagae Cookie made it home, twisting the key to unlock her front door as she settled back in; just now realizing how absolutely soaked she was. That was the least of her concerns, however, and she went to her room to make the perfect advertisement. She'd work diligently for hours and hours, perfecting even the most miniscule details, until..