"Can I please have some?" I say in my sweetest tone.
"No," he replies in an equally sweet tone.
I am trying my hardest to master my desire, but it becomes too great.
"Give it to me," I growl.
"It's mine," he says, turning away.
Fine.
I leap onto his back and attempt to wrestle it from him as he tries to enclose it in his mouth. I cover it and he bites my finger with an exclamation of rage. His fist instinctively clenches around the remaining bite and we both gasp with horror.
He slowly opens his hand, the world still and silent, both of us frozen in the middle of the fight. A mushed lump is revealed. He cries with mourn at his lost piece of cookie, but quick as a flash, I whip it out of his clammy hand and eat it.
"No!" He swipes at me but the cookie is already dancing on my taste buds.
I shake my head out of the fantasy and watch as he takes the last bite. He turns to me.
"Do you have any water?"
