 Well, uh, looks like we have a lovely ensemble of, uh, a dabble, uh, paraphernalia like marshmallows, uh, Nutella, butter, um, M&Ms and jolly ranchers, and, uh, gummy worms, and maple syrup. Wow. That's, uh, it's very unsafe. Should I take it low-temper? Get all the turps? Get all the turps. Whenever we don't use, we can just make a lunch, like candy salad. I'm, I'm paralyzed with fear. Um, I have a very sensitive throat, uh, so I'm a little worried that it's gonna get a little scratchy. I'm super fucking nervous. It's got crystals and shit on it. I'm totally gonna hate this like an idiot. So, I just drop it in, I guess. I don't know. I'm not sure what my tolerance is, so I'm just gonna do a little one. I can't even dab, like, you know. I mean, I can do it, but I'm like... Sorry, mom. Today I'm willing to dab butter. Well, that's probably good enough, right? I'm like okay at first, and then I just started burning. It's pretty breakfasty, though. That tasted weirdly sour. Oh, I think the sugar crystals helped. Sour, whatever. First nothing happened, and then it kind of felt a little like, I just, like, put fire in my mouth. There's no blue raspberry. None to be seen. It kind of reminds me of, like, a campfire, reminds me of camping. It smells really good. Because it was, I, otherwise it wasn't gonna work. I will do one more to redeem my dignity, I think. Well, the intel is probably gonna be a pain in the ass to get into the taste of, like, fire, and then I felt this weird, like, surge of, like, my blood pressure going up, and then it's not that bad, man. What now?