 The cookie monster with his eyes popping out his head. Cookie, cookie, cookie, like, ugh. What kind of cookies are you talking about? Chocolate chips don't do that to people. And then they had the nerve to put a pimp on there. They didn't come out and say he's a pimp, but I know a pimp when I see one. They called him the Count. Had a pimp on everything. Look at him singing, pimping. Where is my money?