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I'm not sure how old Custard Cookie is, but me and my homies have agreed that he is definitely an iPad kid. With that being said, that's what we're going with. That's all.
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Milk Cookie is stuck babysitting Custard Cookie for the day, although he doesn't mind. As long as Pancake Cookie isn't there they both should be fine.
Milk thinks it would be good for Custard to learn about religion. He never pays attention when he goes to church, so maybe he might need to talk one on one with him.
This concept of the Catholic religion is absolutely not clicking in Custard's head. He doesn't understand why people like this guy called "God," so much. "Why can't I be worshipped like that? I can do better than that guy!"
"No, no Custard listen to me. He-"
"He isn't any better than I am so why do people bow to him?!" Custard asks as he's now hyperventilating.
"Calm down, it's fine if you don't get it yet. You're still pretty young and you'll eventually understand."
Once Custard calmed down, he spoke again. "Wait, Milk... Does this mean you worship this God more than me? You like him more than me?!"
"No, you know what Custard? How about we just eat dinner and watch a movie? I'm sure you'll enjoy it better than this." Milk sighs, defeated.
"Hmm, ok I guess so. You promise you don't like God more than me?"
"I promise." At this point, Milk just really needs a break from young children.
Milk Cookie cooks for Custard, and they sit down and peacefully eat sitting on the couch. All until Custard Cookie gets picked up by Pure Vanilla.
A/n: This was a pretty short oneshot due to the fact that there isn't much to say about this headcannon. Also, I must say if you just got a haircut and your hair is basically black and you dress like someone's mother and you listen to Lil Nas, don't read this. This is a threat directly towards this person. Anyways, that's all.
(Ik this shot sucks so hard I wrote it so long ago I promise my writing gets better with each chapter :,])
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