 Hey Bart, want to trade lunches? No way, dude. I got each of the four food groups. Sandwich group, cow group, jungle group, butterfinger group. Hey, there's no butterfinger group. Oh, contraire, mon frère. The butterfinger group has the chocolatey, crispy, peanut buttery taste essential for survival. I don't have the butterfinger group. Looks like you could die of malnutrition, dude. Nobody better lay a finger on my butterfinger. Behold, the last butterfinger in the whole house, and I have it. That says no teasing. No, no, no, no, no. Whoa! Check out the smooth chocolatey outside. The crispy, crunchy peanut buttery inside. That says if you make a scream, you're dead meat. You wouldn't scream. Nobody better lay a finger on my butterfinger.