While some wander through post-apocalyptic wastelands, and it's raining cats and dogs outside, I'm sitting at home drinking tea with cookies, while simultaneously wiping out the Mongols from Shanghai. And I advise you to do the same.
Why does the word "cookie" always remind me of hangovers, dry mouth, and that famous joke about cookies for a hangover? Teach me to love cookies???

Когда я умер, небыло никого, кто бы это опроверг
клан "Vampires"
P.S. ...но против креста Я не пойду никогда...