What would you do if you meet the above poster in irl?

Mean person hmph *continues noming cookie and casually leaves cookie jar by renano*
 
Yay! *munchmunchmunch*

I'd take you to my favorite bakery shop.
 
ehh... hmm... im... sleepy... wait... umm... maybe.. a... amusement park?
 
Would you like to sit on the bench in the park as we feed the pigeons and ducks?
 
I'll take you on the infamous boat rides around here.
 
Hmm... ok... i would.... wait what? isn´t that kinda w-what. noh... errm..
nvm...
I would take you to a umm... convent around here.
 
Yay! Let's go as we para-sail the waters to our heart's desires~
 
What about... a heist to raid every cookie in the kitchen?
 

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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?