Someone gave me one of those little tins of mints today. Not as a hint, cheeky monkey; they were those novelty mints that say something silly or sarcastic, and have a fun shape or picture. Notice I’m not telling you what they were because it’s simply not your business.
Anyway, why are those mints so addictive? I ended up eating one after the other like popcorn. I ended up eating the entire tin. I’m either going to have the mintiest breath in Dread Falls or the worst stomach ache in demonic history.