The cookie hit Gor's chest. Gor looked down at it in surprise, then frowned and began to delicately brush the crumbs from his T-Shirt. "You just murdered five starving pint-sized statistics in Africa." Glancing up, he added darkly, "Good job."
He kicked the cookie with the toe of his sneaker, exploding it into dozens of crumbs on impact. Gor really didn't care about the orphans personally; it was just the thing to say.
"Anyway. Going to go check my e-mail. Have fun at the parties." This probably would be the last time he saw any of his brothers today. And that seemed perfectly fine.