If You Give Jason A Cookie

Just the smell made my nose twitch,

And I had an itch.

Cookies.

Cookies.

I ran down the stairs in a flash,

Only I did smash,

Into Jason.

I have no idea why I'm using poetry.

Basically, Shane made cookies. Jason had a mini-spasm and rushed down the stairs as fast as he possibly could. Then he crashed into me and we both went falling down to the floor.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" I scolded at him.

Jason completely ignored me and got up from the ground, going into the kitchen at lighting speed.

I gathered myself up and went into the kitchen too, only to see Jason screeching in pain, yelling, "Hot! Hot! Hot!"

Shane said, "Yeah, that's why you don't touch a pan that just came out of an oven, dumbass!"

Jason then grabbed one of the cookies, chanting, "Jason want! Jason want!"

So Shane slapped his hand away and said, "Wait until they cool."

Jason then yelled, "No! Jason want them now!" and then he grabbed one. Only it fell on the counter in multiple pieces. So he licked it off the counter.

Shane was disgusted – so was I. "Jason, I prepare food on that counter! You're disgusting!"

"Jason want! Please, can Jason have?"

"Only if Jason stops talking in third person."

"No! Jason like talking in third person!" Jason grabbed another cookie and shoved it in his mouth. "Hot! It's hot!" he screeched and opened the fridge. "I need milk!" He rummaged through the fridge.

He grabbed the milk and got a glass. Only when he was filling it up, he dropped the gallon of milk and laughed.

He laughed.

Hysterically.

I gasped and said, "No! Not the milk! I need that to make mac and cheese!"

Shane said, "Shit, now I have to clean that up!"

Jason said, "Ahh!" and ran.