Look what I got—a package of your favorite store-bought cookies! I went ahead and fixed you a plate of them. You don’t think you can finish them all? That’s because you’re too thin. Practically skin and bones. I want you to change that. I want you to stuff yourself with fatty, sugary food until you swell up like a sponge, so bloated and big that you can barely move and that you have to lie there and let me take care of you. You want to make me happy and give me what I want, don’t you? Good. We can start with these cookies