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Scene 1: Jon's KitchenEdit
After Master Chief finished making a batch of cookies and puts them on a tray, he drags them onto the kitchen stove, wearing an apron made out of a paper towel that says: "FUCK TEH COOK."
- Master Chief: ARBITUR / get ur litel bitch ass up h33r for 1 secinds / just 1 singel secinds, k? k arbitur?
Arbiter climbs on the stove, after Chief called on Arbiter to come on the stove to show him something.
- Arbiter: What is it?
- Master Chief: check it out mother fucker
Arbiter walks toward the tray with a batch of cookies.
- Arbiter: ... Did you make these?
- Master Chief: yep yep yep / all 4 u buddy / all 4 u.
- Arbiter: Yeah, right. ... Seriously?
- Master Chief: who else big gai?
Chief pats Arbiter's arm in a friendship way of giving cookies to a good friend.
- Master Chief: :) [Smiley Face] go on / taked one / ENJOY
- Arbiter: Very nice of you, Chief. I'm shocked.
As soon as Arbiter goes in to eat one, Chief knocks it out of his hand.
- Master Chief: fifty bux.
- Arbiter: Are you fucking kidding me? Fifty bucks for a tray of cookies?
- Master Chief: NO BUTT PIRAETE / EACH / but i can let u has teh whoal tray foar treh fiddy.
- Arbiter: Eat shit.
- Master Chief: JESUS CHRIST k fien / fiddy bux foar the tray / o and u can also has extra c00kies 4 10 bux a pop
Shows two cookies on a paper towel next to Chief.
- Arbiter: "Extra cookies" my ass, you took them straight out of the tray.
- Master Chief: well wtfs the point of baking moar c00kies 18r on when ur alredy filled up on th33se c00kies dumbass?
- Arbiter: "Fuck the cook." Truer words have never been spoken. I refuse to buy an incomplete product, let alone for the outrageous figure you've come up with.
- Master Chief: i has teh rites 2 sell however many c00kies i wantid at watever prises i chose.
- Arbiter: True, but I'm trying to draw your attention to the questionable ethic of claiming to be selling a "whole" tray that's quite visibly not whole.
- Master Chief: I DESIDES WAT A WHOLE TRAY IS FUCKFACE / K? stop thinking ur a c00kie baker gai person and teling me wen and how i sh00d baked my 1337 ass c00kies
- Arbiter: It's my vision that's telling me what a whole tray is. I can see you've initially baked a full tray of cookies but then taken a couple out. I doubt there's much reason behind that beyond extortion, that's all. Your cookies look like shit, anyway.
- Master Chief: omg arbitur u dusnt even noes how gud they r / ur just liek "im arbitur im fucking retarted, this isnt the whoel trays, that must n33n th33se c00kies suck"
- Arbiter: I'm not questioning the quality of your cookies, based on the fact that the tray is incomplete, rather that it looks like as though somebody pissed violent diarrhea from their asshole into wads of dough.
- Master Chief: FUCK YOU
- Arbiter: Don't resent your customers for being resistant to manipulative business tactics, they just escalate if they aren't stopped in their tracks.
- Master Chief: U GONA GIVE ME FIFTY BUX OR NOT ASSHOLE?
- Arbiter: No, shove your ugly cookies up your ass.
Master Chief threw his cookie at Arbiter's face.