walks up to striped top's lemonade stand. This looks kinds cool, he thought. He made sure to mentally underline the fact that they were MIS-fortune cookies. He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded bad. He layed down enough money for two lemonade shots, and stared at the cookies. As threatening as the fine print and the name was, he loved fortune cookies. And, of course, the fortunes were just fun childs play. There was no truth in the stupid luck factor of those little pieces of paper. He wanted a cookie, darn it. He shuffled out enough money for a cookie, as well.