BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

It was a cold and dreary night, the rain was pounding, the wind was howling. I could feel the cold creeping in my veins,the erie feeling that something was amiss...My heart started rapidly beating,my breathing was heavy, my head started to spin, the urge was starting to control me...I was trying to fight it, No, no ,don't do it , don't steal the last BUTTERFINGER from the vault, slowly I turn the dial on the safe, then click, I had finally achieved the ultimate heist, my hands were shaking, my kness began to buckle, I felt I would pass out. Yet I knew I had the gold.