I spy Cadbury's Chocolate Fingers in the biscuit pile at work. They have already been opened. In fact there are only three left, so I snaffle one.
"I hope you like them, they are quite interesting" someone says. I am puzzled, and look closely at the packet.
Salted peanut chocolate biscuit fingers.
Horrible. What sort of twisted mind would come up with a disappointment of such galactic dimensions?