As you suddenly realise that the sweet, sweet smell of the fudge has totally screwed up your sense of perspective and the marshmallow monster is actually only six inches tall!

Picking it back up you marvel at it's ferocity...it's tiny teeth clashing in impotent rage as it attempts to sink them into you, it's almost cute in it's anger...

You drop kick it into next week...a tiny squeal of rage following it like the whistle of a rocket, as you turn back you walk straight into a shattering straight left from a huge, dark figure.

As your body lands on the sweet, sticky floor, knocking the wind out of you and the merged taste of blood and the bittersweet tang of chocolate runs into your mouth, you see a sight that no sane man would ever expect to see in his wildest nightmares or fevered opium dreams...

The figure stands over eight feet tall, a mighty pair of horns spanning greater than a mans spread arms surmounting it's huge bovine head, it looks down upon you and as you notice the strong, hot smell of musk and cocoa emanating from it it grumbles in an abyssal voice...

"WELCOME MORTAL... TO THE KINGDOM OF THE DARK CHOCOLATE MINOTAUR!!"

RATE THIS BRANCH!