E. Clair: Sure thing. What’s shaking?
Cliff Bar: Nut ‘n Honey. Well, actually, you know that Kit Kat I was mixing with? She broke it off. Said she met some tasty Big Hunk. E. Clair: No kidding!? She’s a goober for leaving such a nutritious, rich one like yourself.
Cliff Bar: Yeah. She kept complaining that I didn’t give her the organic thing. You know? Fudge! I can’t help what I’m made of!
E. Clair: Oh my Godiva! I mean, it’s not like a Big Hunk can give her any real organics either.
Cliff Bar: Yeah, I suspect that dud’s pretty tightly wrapped. She says he’s into those 3 Musketeers. Guess that’s her thing too. She wanted me to try an m&m once, but I’m more wholesome. ~Sigh~
E. Clair: Some babes just like the dark ones. I bet he ain’t even 40%. What a Cad!
Cliff Bar: I do miss sharing kisses. You know? We all need a fix.
E. Clair: Fudge, yeah! But I’ve been stale for so long, I wouldn’t know a whatchamacallit if it melted on me.
Cliff Bar: Your filling looks pretty fresh to me, tart.
E.Clair: Hmm, are you suggesting you’d like a sample?
Cliff Bar: Sweetie, I’d like more than a sample of your creamy insides. E.Clair: Well, then, shall we do some trick-or-treating? You know, in costume?
Cliff Bar: Oh, E! Just show me your neighborhood, and I'll do the knocking, babe.