[Hey, guess what, it's Strong Bad.

Guess what else, he's wearing a black apron. And he's chilling in the kitchen, bowls and morsels laid before him. There's also a plate of cookies toward the edge of the table, all colors.]

You ever have those nights when you just need to get your hands dirty and make something? 'Cause I do. So I've made about three dozen cookies in the last two hours, and no way can I eat that much. I mean...I can, but I shudder to think of what my girth would begin to resemble.

So y'know what? For once, I'll give y'all something. No strings attached. Come on down to the shack and take it---and if you want to help me perfect these more exotic recipes, come on down.