It seems my friends that I have a Problem, the outcome of which may shape my future for years to come.
"A problem?" you say. "What is the nature of this problem?"
Nay, this is not a problem, it is a Problem. It seems I must choose. The Pink Waffles that I have held so dear for may years, or the Cookie, common, yet ever so tasty.
So I ask you; "Which shall it be?", for I cannot make up my mind.