Drake and Josh were eating Oreo cookies and doing the twist twist boom in which participants attempt to get 100% of the cream filling on one cookie segment, which Drake eventually did.
"Oh my god, you are the chosen one!" Josh ejaculated as his brother's cookie was indeed containing the entirety of the cream fisting on one side.
Drake ate the encreamed edge of his biscuit and had visions in which he surfskated with Jesbraham Linchrist.
"Oh, but, my brotha, what of the remaining portion of cookie what has nary a creamery?" Josh spoke with dread.
Drake stared at this barren mockery of a once bountiful chocoscape, and his heart sunk.
Suddenly, clouds overtook the vast skies of California and a sound unknown overwhelmed the human ability of perception. A bright light approached the brothers - a light so bright it permeated all solid matter.
The brothers found themselves face to face with the great plumed serpent, Quetzalcoatl, his feathers could be seen in every colour known to man, and a veritable myriad of hues only ascertainable to his chosen people, the peacock mantis shrimps.
"Drake Bell of the mortal men, you must eat that cruel joke of a creamless biscuit, the fate of all of your people's kingdoms (With the exceptions of Austria-Hungary and Saudi Arabia, some restrictions apply) depends upon what you do next." The grand serpent spoke through some rudimentary form of telepathy.
Drake put the empty husk of a cookie segment in his mouth and began his laborious chewing, his soul being raped with every bite - every salivation a drought.
Drake swallowed the dusty ghosts of the oreo shell, and let out a whimper "That was literally worse than the holocaust."