Chapter 1
Dear Professor [X], esteemed friend across continents and colleague and expert in Macro-Plastics (giant robots), as promised, I am going to chronicle in real time the eating of an exotic candy bar that I purchased that had been accidentally shipped to my local 7-11. Extraordinary!
Chapter 1b
No one has been able to determine where the candy bar came from, though Antarctica has been ruled out. By NASA. Tentatively.
Chapter 2
I begin with the unwrapping. I will keep you informed.
Chapter 2b
It is already different than I expected. It is tan, not brown like chocolate. Fascinating. Now to check the interior.
Chapter 3
The interior is the same as the exterior, and it tastes like peanut butter.
It is chewy, but not as chewy as a Slo-Poke or Black Cow.
Chapter 4
Correction, the interior IS different. Contains chocolate.
Detail view of the inside, as retrieved from my mouth:
Chapter 5
I wish there were a Chapter 5 but I have eaten the whole thing in 8.2 seconds. Overall, it was very good. There was something on the inside besides chocolate. It may have been real fake peanut butter.
Postscript
I do not expect you, my esteemed Professor X, as a fellow scientist dependent on government grants, to fully fathom the deliciousness of this candy. It is more religion than science, and more myth than religion. I will have to go back and buy another if there are any left. I promise to send it to you except I will eat it first.
Sincerely yours,
Dr. Y,
University of California - Berkeley
USA
Department of Frivolous Grants
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