BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I was cleaning out the tastey bits of BF goodness when I discovered the remaining half of my candy bar had gone MIA. The shock that had claimed my whole body left me in an immobile state that I couldn't break free from for a minute. Who'd have the audacity to swipe half a bar?What should it matter if it were half a bar?It was my BUTTERFINGER!Oh, the rage that filled me.I jumped up and turned 360 hoping to catch the culprit,but no one was around! I fumed and yelled my frustration and then, oh!It had fallen off the bench.I picked my beloved up and I can tell that our seperation expanded my love.