[ Now that Santana has had some time to decompress from her very emotionally taxing Sunday, she's set up at one of the dining hall tables. Next to her is a plate of flat, crispy cookies and a sign written in lipstick that reads: ]
COOKIES FOR SALE COST: ONE TROMBONE DAMN GOOD FLAVOR
[ The cookies do not have "damn good flavor," however. They're incredibly dry, probably because they were made by a demon and a teenage girl who acts like a demon. But the joke is kind of funny! ]
Hey! You there! Want a cookie?
[ Here, cookies have usually been symbols of love. Unfortunately, Santana is more interested in using them as a get-rich-quick scheme. She'll be very disappointed if you don't buy one. ]
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COOKIES FOR SALE
COST: ONE TROMBONE
DAMN GOOD FLAVOR
[ The cookies do not have "damn good flavor," however. They're incredibly dry, probably because they were made by a demon and a teenage girl who acts like a demon. But the joke is kind of funny! ]
Hey! You there! Want a cookie?
[ Here, cookies have usually been symbols of love. Unfortunately, Santana is more interested in using them as a get-rich-quick scheme. She'll be very disappointed if you don't buy one. ]