Ian: Preheat to 350 degrees, bake until cookies are golden-brown...
Bowl of cookie dough: Come to the dark side, McConville...
Bowl of cookie dough: Yesss... I sense the hunger welling deep within you. Now pick up your spoon and strike me down!
[[Ian has plunged his face into the cookie dough.]]
JM: Maybe you should just give up on cooking.
Bowl of cookie dough: Pay him no mind my young apprentice, for soon you will be more powerful than he can possibly imagine.
Bowl of cookie dough: And by "powerful" I mean "full of sugar".