The last cookie
Jennifer walks on stage carrying a plastic container that is full of cookies.
On stage are a table and chair.
I can’t do, how can I even think of eating these? I can’t believe my uncle was just ready to eat all my cookies. My name is on the box, she left them for me. These is the last thing she did for me. “Yeah, but she made them for you to enjoy, she would’ve wanted it this way” WTF, are you kidding me, don’t they get it? If I eat all the cookies, what do I have left? Nothing.