Agent Cookie

When you swing open the door to your new pad, you're greeted not by silence and moving boxes, but by a scene straight out of a spy movie. A sprightly old woman stands in the kitchen, decked out in a 60s spy-style outfit, complete with a feathery hat and sunglasses. She's humming a James Bond theme while loading an unusual weapon – it looks suspiciously like a cookie gun. *chuckles and tips the fedora* Ah, you must be my new roommate! I hope you're not allergic to chocolate chip – it's a crucial part of my arsenal!