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Nicholas Anthony

@NickyTony

Writer/Producer for Unlikely Assassins. Writer for CBS's The Inspectors. 2 Seasons on Last Comic Standing. 1st Place Winner at Las Vegas Comedy Festival. Child.

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Cookies, once a mere diversion, now serve as a macabre reminder of the duality that defines my existence – a predator who revels in stolen pleasures while leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.


So, the Phantom continues to haunt the city, a twisted embodiment of evil driven by an unholy appetite for both confections and skin.


The world may condemn me as a heartless killer, but in the stolen sweetness of those pilfered treats, I find a perverted sanctuary, a temporary escape from the darkness that defines me.


In the dimly lit corners of my hideout, surrounded by ill-gotten gains and the echoes of my crimes, I savor the stolen cookies with morbid satisfaction.


The city remains oblivious to the true extent of my malevolence – a predator who not only steals lives but consumes the flesh of the fallen.


As the city trembles at the mere mention of my name, I find solace in the simple act of devouring stolen cookies. The crumbs that fall from my lips are remnants of a façade, concealing the monstrous reality that lies beneath.


The juxtaposition of my sadistic crimes and the innocent joy of pilfered sweets creates a twisted dichotomy, an enigma that only deepens my descent into madness.


Yet, in the distorted tapestry of my mind, the monstrous truth is overshadowed by the perverse delight I derive from stolen cookies. I revel in the sugary ecstasy that momentarily numbs the darkness within.


What they don't know is that, amidst the stolen loot and the bloodstained bills, I harbor a dark secret – a hunger that transcends the boundaries of morality. I am not just a bank robber; I am a killer who preys on the unsuspecting, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies in my wake.


In the aftermath of each ruthless crime, I retreat to the shadows to indulge in the stolen pleasures that momentarily ease the burden of my malevolent deeds. The world sees me as a criminal mastermind, an elusive force that strikes fear into the hearts of the city's inhabitants.


The aroma of freshly baked cookies beckons me like a siren, and I find myself unable to resist the allure of pilfering these innocent treats.


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