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They were alive. Until munch munch.

Ooh. Ohh. *crunch* Stayingggg ahhh *crunch* liiiiii *crunch* vvvvvvvvve *crunch crunch*

I, too, am also the friend.

I’d first try to amend it to “we’re not alive” or similar. Unless it was gingerbread. Then it’s doomed.

They would have to fight me for it. I mean, they would win, but still

Headfirst of course

And after, with a satisfied smile, softly say, "Not anymore."

Stayin' aliiiiiiiiiiive

As someone who makes “blood-spattered” (it’s food coloring!!!!) valentine cookies . . . It me. I ate that cookie.