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The cookie people have a custom to tell each new comrade a story of the home land. There was once a time in cookie history where the oceans where filled with a vast amount of lobsters. The cookie people would eat them by the boat lodes but a day came where the king tried eating a lobster that was a bit to raw.He lost his tong that day and had to issue all orders from a marker board that day forward. His first order on that marker board was to send all the lobsters in the world into deep space.