Misfortune Cookies

So, I was at a Pei-Wei Asian restaurant in San Antonio having lunch with some friendly high schooler’s from the church I’m working at, and after eating something called “Thai Dynamite”, I joined everyone in the post-Chinese food chain dinner ritual of opening your fortune cookie.  And I got to thinking.  How funny would it be if a small percentage of the fortune cookies didn’t contain the usual cliche-ambiguously-uplifting-message, and instead contained something like these :

“The fate of the entire human race is now in your hands”

“You have become death, the destroyer of worlds”

“The eternal fate of your soul depends on what you eat tomorrow for breakfast”

“There is one person at your table that is currently planning your demise”

Now that would be rad.