The mall. The breeding ground of selfish human activity, indulgence beyond sin, ignorance without bounds. Here the humans of any aged flocked. Here to consume and consume and boost the economy and what not. Here troubled teenagers talk on the internet and meet people they shouldn't and get ideas they shouldn't get. Here teenagers talk about a man named Morpheus and Trinity and freedom.

Here they just had to stand next to the cookie store.

He would admit the excellent quality of cookies, one of more greater human inventions. He could understand the allure of cookies, taste was a big thing to humans, and it was a newly discovered thing for him.

They recently raided the Oracle's hide out, only to find she had already fled, and only left a note and a bowl of cookies. Smith had said to leave, but Brown saw no harm in at least trying the gift the Oracle had left them. Oh God, that cookie was delicious, she must have done something to make it amazingly good, put something in its code. But since that fateful day Brown has wanted another.

And there the three Agents stood, waiting as they often did, next to the cookie store. Smith stood on the ledge of the second floor, staring rather seriously at the ground, and Jones was enjoying standing next to Smith. Brown on the other hand was focused on the cookie store. The plan was to wait until the teenagers showed themselves, capture them, interrogate them, bug them, and the entire routine. But Brown wasn't focused.

They had just made a fresh batch.

"Can I?" Brown asked.

"What?" Smith grunted.

"Can I get a cookie?"

"No."

"Please?"

Smith was puzzled at the sudden appearance of human gestures, and turned around.

"What do you want with a cookie?" Smith asked.

"…Research." Brown came up with.

"Research?"

"Do you want to use the cookies as a tool for interrogation?" Jones asked. "Or perhaps a means of weapondry?"

"Explain." Smith said turning to Jones.

"Poison."

Smith tilted his head and he had been doing that often lately, it was a sign that he was considering.

"Interesting proposal." Smith commented.

Jones seemed prideful.

"Well um…" Brown said. "I was actually just going to eat one. For…research."

"But we don't eat." Jones said.

"Well we could…"

"But we don't."

Brown frowned.

"Please?" He tried again.

"No." Smith said.

"But it's just one cookie!"

"No!" Smith raised his voice.

Brown shrugged in defeat as he had witnessed many humans did. Smith and Jones returned to their staring and Brown kicked the ground, again like he witnessed humans. He saw the humans inside the cookie store, buying cookies, making cookies. There were all kinds of cookies, damn it, there were cookies that you could write on! Brown wanted to eat some brown cookies…

Then Brown got an idea.

He looked at his shoulder, where his gun was held, then up at the store manager, then his gun again, then the manager. He took out his gun, and shot himself in the head!

His body fell and blood sprayed everyone! People screamed and ran, Jones and Smith dropped their mouths. Brown's body returned to its human form, and Brown re-appeared in the body of the store manager. People screamed and ran away from him, and he held up his arms in triumph and everyone retreated.

"Now I own ALL THE COOKIES!" Brown yelled.

"BROWN!" Smith yelled at him.

Brown ran up to the opening of the store and closed the gate over the opening. Smith banged on the steel closing, yelling at him. Jones snuck away.

Brown was enjoying some cookies and cookie dough at the time Jones emerged from the kitchen of the cookie store, he smiled and got some cookies.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it." Jones grinned, and slipped Brown five bucks.