BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I was working one summer as a knight at the rennaisance fair. I was taking a break and hanging out with the crownd while enjoying a Butterfinger. Then a rival night approaches me and tells me that I am being historically inaccurate since I am eating a crispety, crunchety, peanut-buttery, Butterfinger bar. He claimed that to make such a thing in his time is unheard of and then he grabbed my candy bar and threw it into the PLASTIC garbage can. So I then challenged him to a jousting duel. One swift blow to the sternum and I never heard another word about my historical inaccuracies. the end