Someone comes along bedazzled by your sinfully sweet goodness, they begin to lick their lips with anticipation. In a Pavlovian response, their mouths water at the prospect of tasting your creamy insides... slowly they nibble, getting more vigiorous with each taste...
Then they stop. They look at you like they just realized that they don't like caramel, spit you out on the floor to get stepped on my some big fat guy drenched in eu'de chicken-grease, and saunter over to the ice cream aisle for some Gelato.
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