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Well, Matt. I see you’ve purchased a Reese’s Cup. The king of candy. A paragon of chocolaty, velvety goodness. You’re not here to mess around with Reese’s Pieces, Matt. You’re here for the real deal. Two cups, served in a familiar, loving, orange and black wrapper. Everybody wants em’ and nobody gets em’ -- except for you, Matt. You’ve chosen to indulge yourself in a wonderland of magnificent peanut-buttery lust. Ever since you saw those kids on Halloween you’ve been craving one of these bad boys, and now you’re finally taking yourself to Flavortown. Buckle up, Matt, you’re on a one-way trip to satiation station. Oh, Matt -- you think this is weird? You think a deep booming voice coming from nowhere is WEIRD. Well, weird is the name of the game, Matt. Except: it isn’t. The name of the game is Reese, and these are his cups. Calorie dense, flavor-packed, blow-your-f*cking brains-out chocolate peanut butter cups. Good thing you’ve been saving change and putting it in an empty water jug, Matt, because you’re in for a $2.25 treat that only gets better from here.