"wow. this piece of taffy tastes like B.O."
"like what? no it doesn't."
"yes it does. I SWEAR. it tastes like B.O. if B.O. were candy, this is what it would taste like."
"lemme see it."
"what, you don't believe me? why would I lie about something like that? why?"
"hmmm, this one smells like grass. hey why does all this taffy taste weird? that purple piece I just ate was not right. like lavender perfume. or something."
"yeah well, better than B.O."
"where'd we get this taffy anyway?"
"I bought it at that seafood restaurant on saturday. it seemed like the right thing to do."
(he digs through the bowl and tries to find a good piece. one that is not purple. or green. or black.)
"don't bother. you're not going to find a good piece in there."
"because I ate all the good ones, that's why."
"what do you mean by 'good ones'?"
"oh you know. vanilla, banana, strawberry, peanut butter. they're all gone. long gone."
"why? why would you do that?"
"well, I didn't do it on purpose. it just sort of... happened."
(he sighs and digs through the bowl again. finally, he settles on a green piece. one that tastes like grass.)