Good morning redditors. This morning I was starved. Lusting for a little treat. In the bleak midwinter, I slid open the rustic the pantry door, heart pounding with anticipation. Lo and behold, a quarter of a half of my little brothers Kit Kat lay at rest. My fingers twitch. I know how much he loves his Kit Kats. My family is rife with favoritism. Many moons have passed since I last received the blessings that i so rightfully desire. In a moment of weakness I scoffed it down my filthy gullet like something out of a David Attenborough documentary. Usually I wouldn't take the care to document my crimes, however I'm filled with guilt, as this was no ordinary quarter of a half of a Kit Kat. It was gifted in the will of our late great aunt Magda. Per usual, I got nothing. I like to think I ate the Kit Kat as an act of protest against my tyrannical parents. He doesn't know it has disappeared and I'm dreading the discovery. I may just have to drown him in the pool. I just simply have no judgement of my own and need the help of you good redditors from all around the globe.

Peace and Love to All <3