You wake up in a tub of ice. As you try to get out, you suddenly feel a sharp pain over your belly. You have a stitched up scar, and you feel somehow less the man you were. Someone has removed one of your kidneys.
You wake up tied to a table with me standing hunched over you, with a scalpel in one hand and the cookie in the other. Your body is marked with small X's that appear to correspond to your organs- both base and extra.
Unfortunately for Regis, this is not a nightmare, merely the shape of the cruelties to come. My cookie.
After recoiling in agony - and even moreso, disgust - I tear open a portal in time and stick my foot through, tripping Regis up a minute later only to catch the cookie as he drops it. In the meantime I laugh aloud as TC writhes on the floor in dire need of a stomach pumping.