I’LL BUY YOU ALL THE COOKIES YOU WANT, CHANHEE!
No. No, please. No. The last time you baked me cookies, half of them were raw on the inside. I had
explosive diarrhoeastomach problems the entire night.

I SAID I’D BUY YOU COOKIES. NOT BAKE. I’ve decided to never cook or bake again. I don’t exactly want you dying on me.
DON’T LAUGH, AISH. I’M SERIOUS.