He stood between the deliciousness that was the cookie and the alternate universe waiting behind him. He bit the cookie. The chocolaty chocolateness swirled between his teeth and taste buds, telling his brain that the stripes didn't exist. That the alternate universe was a hoax. That Sesame Street was a myth. That Bert and Ernie were living in his basement. He needed another cookie.
The alt looks like you got confused as to where you were. And then there were so many stripes, so all you could do is just stare and hope someone finds you.
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