"I demand something more than just these cookies, and why does it shape like a Doberman?! Is this an indirect mockery?!" Logan complained,… still snacking.
"Seriously, if you want to complain, at least stop snacking the goddamn cookies!" I yelled out loud, annoyed with his complaint and the crunch whenever he ate another cookie.
Logan paused for a moment while staring at me and then ate another cookie so shamelessly. He didn't even put me in his eyes.
"Hey! At least say thank you, goddamn it! I baked that since dawn!" I kept pressuring him, and Logan finally stopped munching.
"Wait, you really baked this? I was being sarcastic when I praised you for making good cookies," Logan said seriously. Did he just say that I am a goddamn phony?!
"How do you think I can get a big can of cookies, huh?!"