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nexus_crossings2022-03-08 05:47 pm
melove_cookies) wrote in nexus_crossings2022-03-08 05:47 pm
Favourite Things
The Plaza is a nice place to meet new people and to sit down with a huge plate of cookies. This is what Cookie is deciding to do as most walking past will now spot a blue furry monster devouring a plate load of chocolate chip cookies. His large fluffy hands picking up the cookies and shoving them into his large black gaping maw of a mouth. No teeth just a large hole.
"OMNOM OMMMMNOM OMONOMONOMOM!
Bits of cookie flying everywhere as the monster's large googly eyes focus on the plate of cookies. Almost as in a state of frenzy Cookie finishes the whole plate which now stands empty. All gone. He had to get more! But from where? These ones had been given to him by a nice person. Maybe Oscar the grouch knew where to get more cookies unless---Cookie baked his own. That was an idea too.
"What favourite thing for you? Mine cookies. What yours?"
The blue monster now sitting with an empty plate of crumbs asking passers by because he was a curious creature. Asking questions was good and helpful since it helped Cookie learn and learning was good.
"OMNOM OMMMMNOM OMONOMONOMOM!
Bits of cookie flying everywhere as the monster's large googly eyes focus on the plate of cookies. Almost as in a state of frenzy Cookie finishes the whole plate which now stands empty. All gone. He had to get more! But from where? These ones had been given to him by a nice person. Maybe Oscar the grouch knew where to get more cookies unless---Cookie baked his own. That was an idea too.
"What favourite thing for you? Mine cookies. What yours?"
The blue monster now sitting with an empty plate of crumbs asking passers by because he was a curious creature. Asking questions was good and helpful since it helped Cookie learn and learning was good.
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Nope. Cookie was adamant in this because he'd tried to eat a whole fruit bowl at once but....couldn't. He had defaulted back to his staple which was cookies. Was this bad? Big Bird told him he would need to be a healthy monster and not to eat so many cookies. How many is too many? Cookie didn't know.
"Cookie not have any shiny tings like dat."
Shiny things looked pretty though.
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“That does beg the question, honestly…” he began, looking up at Cookie Monster, “what a healthy diet for your species actually is. It would undoubtedly be different from a bird, a grouch or… what exactly is Grover? Healthy for a person is not likely the same thing as healthy for a monster.”
Were cookies to monsters like eucalyptus leaves to koalas? Were they obligate cookievores the same way cats were obligate carnivores? He had never considered that possibility while actually watching Sesame Street - probably because of all the jingles about Healthy Food.
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Cookie just staring up at Isamu with his large googly eyes wondering what the clever boy was saying. Some of the words he was using just shot over the monster's head.
"Big Bird like cookies too. He big canary bird. Yellow. Grouch is Oscar. He live in a garbage can. Not say hello much."
Oscar didn't like people but it didn't stop Cookie from giving the green grouch left over cookie crumbs, dumping them inside his trash can.
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His friends back in Sesame Street had all been trying to get Cookie to eat more healthier things than cookies but so far all had failed. Oscar ate trash, didn't he? That is worse!
"Not eat trash doh. Oscar eat garbage. Dat is horrible!"
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Though, it wouldn’t surprise either of the twins if the answer was no. This was Cookie Monster after all.
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Cookie Monster would try not to take a bite out of Minoru if he somehow transformed into a huge walking, talking cookie. That would be rather disturbing but then no one really knew what went on inside a Cookie's Monster's head.
"Little cute animals too. Cookie likes dose. Little duckies. Help Angel-Man with posh clothes rescue dem before."
Cookie couldn't pronounce Aziraphale's name very well.
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“Oh, Aziraphale?” Isamu had no trouble at all pronouncing it. “I recall those vey ducklings. I wrongly hypothesized that the ducklings had imprinted upon him and thought that he was their mother. But it seemed the mother duck merely used him as a babysitter, so she could take a relaxing swim on her own.”
Minoru laughed. “Wait, really? Ducks do that?!”
“Those certainly did. So fair warning, if you frequent that pond.”