BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I was craving a Butterfinger(B.F)fix, so I went over to my kitchens candy drawer. Rustling through the drawer I came upon my beloved Butterfinger's bar. I carefully unwraper the bar, enjoying the concentrated sent escaping from the first tear into the wrapper. Just as I was about to take my first bite, the phone rang, halting my soon to be consumption of the bar. So I carfully placed the B.F. down and answered the phone. Of course, the call was from a telemarketer, whom I quickly got of the phone with. I turn around to grab my bar, only to find my cat grabing the bar and running away.