We're not even sure how it happened. One minute we had a whole batch of fresh-baked, chewy, chocolate-chip cookies, and the next they were GONE.
It's like they vanished into thin air. Or maybe they were eaten by our CEO, Mr. Bloopers, who's a little too good at sneaking cookies from the supply closet.
Anyway, it's not like we're made of cookie dough or something. We need help, and we can't even offer you a cookie for our troubles because... well, you know the reason already.