Oh, gods, why must my heart ache at such a futile dilemma?! But of course, the fire burning through me is that of something so intense, I can taste the ash on my tongue...

That is not ash, sweetpea, it's sugar. Now, we want more of it. Allow me to fulfill our craving further, just one more spoonful and happiness will be ours!

Happiness? I feel none of the sort. i want to spit this vile, trechorous poison out of my mouth! But we've already began chewing! It crushes like hope beneath my teeth, the torment is festering beneath my skin with each motion. How could you make us do this?! I can feel the poison trickling through my bloodstream, i can feel the pain it is about to enduce.

Quit overeacting, its just some sugar. It's not poison, you loon. It's a mouthful of pleasure, a mouthful of delight each time the grains fall onto our tongue. Each delicate bite, the soft crunch of joy and seredipity. Can't you taste it? The beauty of it all, of succumbing to our impulses? Can't you feel it? It does not fester, it brightens our insides like a bottle of sunshine. Like an angels kiss upon our senses. Its glorious. And I can make us feel like this forever.