Never liked Oreos.
But if you take some good dark chocolate, chocolate chip cookies, and put them on the broiler rack at the broiler setting, and deliberately incinerate them until the edges smoke, then the oven door quickly opened, you scoop the smoking conflagration into a mixing bowl with 1/2 gal of French vanilla bean vanilla ice cream where the cookies disappear with a hiss into the vanilla bean streaked milky bergs of ultimate caloric heavenly annihilation. This serves only one, because if your mood has driven you to a dessert like this, someone might lose a finger.
I only survived this dessert twice. If anything happens to Donald Trump, the third time will be my seppuku for the honor of my Shogun ;)
I saw a TV series about you.
OOOoooohhh! I am humbled, oh most venerable one.
Now I gotta go to the store.