The primary school is not Jack Sweets' life. Almost every day at the kindergarten in the Gooey County School in Pennsylvania, Jack had to defend the bully. Every afternoon, before he walked home, Jack met Roger Messi and his two thugs. To pass them, he had to guess the password. If he made a mistake, Messi and his gang would let him stand in a corner, counting from 0 to 1000. Jack never knew the password, because they changed their password every day, so Jack always counted to 1000.
But one day, Jack tried a new way to leave school without being beaten by Messi and his gang. He hid an 18-inch Tootsie Rolls container filled with 150 small chocolate pieces in a school freezer and then took them out before fighting Massey. When he came to the corner, the gang asked him what his password was. This time, Jack said, "I don't know the password, but I have found something for you."
He took out a box of Milk Duds and acted as if he wanted to give them some. Suddenly, he flashed his huge Tootsie Roll container, lifted it up, and then stuck Massey. When he spewed blood from his nose, he fell to the ground. The other two saw what happened and fled. It's unclear how third-year student Jack Sweets beat the sixth-grade bully Rodger Massey. But that day, when Messi escaped from Jack, he could hear Jack call him "Toots!" The next day, after school, Sweets tied Massey with five frozen peanut butter cups, and they stuck together with their fists. Then stuffed two extra things in Massey's mouth. Messi and his gang never bothered Jack because he always had a "sweet surprise" in the store.
According to legend, Messi joked that Messi got a "sweet deal" and Jack always put some deadly chocolate candy for those who wanted to test him. Suddenly, Jack never became a "sweet" person when he was young. If he sees someone wanting to hit him, he takes a candy bar out of his pocket. Therefore, when Jack graduated in the eighth grade, he was named "the most likely chocolate weapon to destroy chocolate" is not surprising.
Jack Sweets continued his high school graduation without encountering a bully. He didn't go to college, so he could work on the assembly line at Hershey, Pennsylvania. After three years preparing chocolate trees for the most popular candy company in the United States, the president awarded him the highest award to provide exemplary services to the company. However, when he secretly prepared chocolate candy, Jack created the idea of how candy became a Pentagon weapon.
Four years after Jack joined the company, Hershey's colleagues began to die in the factory. These murderers were notoriously referred to by local police as "the death of chocolate" because everyone died in the same way. All deaths are caused by the suffocation of Milk Duds in his mouth. Their conclusion is that Milk Duds are obviously more effective because they are the most difficult to swallow candy.
The FBI was asked to conduct a drastic investigation. Their institution formed the theory that the fact that the murderer used chocolate to do things might make his killer work in Hershey. Therefore, the agency asked if they could interview some of their employees about their murder. Most people are fired in the case. Because they know very little about it. When they called Jack to their office, they noticed that he was a little nervous. As the interview progressed, Jack's conversation and actions became more and more like Hannibal Lector: "These murderers are well planned.
The agent glanced at the interview and silently signaled that Jack might be the killer. After several interviews with him, Jack Candy became the main suspect. A year later, he was tried for murder. A few hours after the jury sentenced, they found him guilty of murder. After a few minutes, the judge thought for a while and told Jack to stand up.
The judge claimed that he said: "In the court of Hershey, Pennsylvania, you will be sent to prison where you will spend the rest of your life.
Jack asked: "What kind of bar will I spend in the rest of my life: payday, Mars, bow...?"
Then the judge decided to send him to the electric chair. Not a sweet surprise!
Orignal From: Death of chocolate
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