*Rachael's POV*

Bill… Bill, just… why?!

See, for one day, I think I can step outside my door to a nice, refreshing breeze, munch on a cookie before heading off to finish construction on a courthouse, and NOT have another creation of mine threatened.

But hey… Bill made sure the exact opposite scenario was how my morning turned out.

I had decided to make a cookie for once. There was a cow kept in captivity by the formation of the rocks, and… well… I needed the sweet.

I stepped out of the castle, basking in the chocolaty sweetness this cookie had to offer.

Then, all of a sudden, I heard "COOKIE!" coming from my left.

By the time I turned around, Bill was already very near to me and my face… and my cookie.

"…Cookie…" he snarled. "…Or I swear, your bridge is sinking to the bottom of the ocean!"

He took the first step toward said bridge, and my options were weighed… kinda like a feather versus the Ender Dragon on a scale.

I had… what, ten or so more cookies in my inventory?

"F-Fine, dude!" I reacted, tossing the cookie quite a distance across my dirt and cobblestone "bridge." "Knock yourself out!"

He ran after that cookie as if it were a lost puppy. And I put gravel in hand and walked away, wondering exactly how I would explain my morning to Scrooge.

Join the dark side. They have cookies.