You enter a foul smelling chamber, in the center surrounded by a sea of ice sits a monsterous being. It follows no known rules of poland ball. It is a twisting mess of lines and colours. You feel ill at the sight of it. The beast turns to look at you.

'NO!' screams jean claude junckerball 'do not let it look at you!', he dives between you and it's gaze, jean claude junckerball turns into piller of salt. In his hand is the cookie, tears in your eyes you take it, and run from the chamber.

Thank you jean claude junckerball, I will always remember you. My friend.