Kimmy looked at pictures of ponies for the rest of the day.
The class searched far and wide, but they could not find that which they sought. They fervently performed the ancient ritual called Snacktime. At the holy Snacktime temple they found a strange guest. It walked and talked as they did, but its skin was shiny and silver in color. In its lunchbox were many small objects with wires attached.
“Traveler, pray tell, what are these objects contained in your lunchbox?”
“Cookies,” said the Roboterrorist. He gave one to each student in turn. He watched as their minds turned into something resembling this: