You will say that I am mad—for who but a madman could devise so remarkable a species of vengeance, marked by such intricate dissimulation, such exquisite cunning?
In the town of fair Tokyo, where candy comes from
Lived a man name of Kyuk-ho whose work-life was glum.
Well, he thought a great thought with his brain before bed:
“I’ll go buy a sweet treat, like some chocolate!” he said.
Philip Marlowe gets more than he bargained for when he accepts a simple job involving mysterious food.
Pale sticks like ivory
“Do tell us at once, Captain Middlebury, what that strange object might be,” cried Mrs. Rawlings. “I, for one, have never seen such a curiosity in all the county. Surely it is another of your wonderful importations from abroad.”
Only the immortal prophet knows whether this is sushi or candy.
I reeled, overcome with ultimate horror of a sort unfelt by man since the pitiless god Pocky dragged his tentacles through the loathsome grime of primordial worlds not our own.
From his pocket he took a candy bar covered in a black wrapper. It was black chocolate. He held it and looked at the fire and looked at the moon. The night was big and black and Nick knew that this was the moment to do the terrible thing.