BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It was a hot afternoon and the sun was screaming in my face. Work, was going too slow. The only thing keeping me going was the knowledge that in my freezer at home, was a chill, crisp, Butterfinger waiting ever so patiently for its destiny. Lunch time finally came and I rushed home only to find emptiness where my Butterfinger once lay. I immediately and fearfully scanned the freezer, the fridge, everywhere it could be, but it was nowhere to be found. At last, in a moment of final realization. I checked the garbage can. There lay a empty wrapper. Somebody... stole my Butterfinger.