Hi, Lev Barrens here. Are you wondering how I make my delicious, unlicensed, adult-man-girls-goot cookies? Well, what's in it for Lev? Huh? You scratch my back and I'll scratch your cable. I cut psoriasis from my van. My back is very itchy and contagious. And I missed you, Nancy. First up, my patent-dependent FDA of approval also pending pigment. If anyone from the FDA asks you, they're made with cocoa, sugar, flour, and palm oil. The natural oil secreted by my proprietary sweaty, nervous palms. Nancy, but Lev, you ask. What do I do with all these rent-overdue notices piling up on my kitchen table? Shred them into a pulp. That's the base for my famous, longbread, cookie. Then add butter, sugar, and a pinch of road salt. That's free salt on the road. Hmm, hung bread. Wow, that burn. Nancy, come back. My back is just so bad. Hungry for some banana doodles? I am. Before long, you too can be making my delicious, girl-scoot recipes. Then I'll be out of a job again. Oh, boy, Lev. You did not think this through. Forget everything I just said. Nancy!