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[psipsy]

A couple days ago, I'm in the grocery store and in the cereal aisle where, like any wise consumer, I'm basing my decision entirely on what kind of toy is included. I eventually settled on Froot Loops, for it featured a Shrek Knight Light that hangs on my ear. But that's not the point. The point is, Count Chocula. Remember Count Chocula? Of course you do. They're still making the stuff, so no big deal about that, right? Well, remember the original design of Count Chocula? How happy and cartoonish he was? Look at him now. He's downright sinister now. Just look at him. He's waiting patiently, using his tasty cereal to lure you in, and in that one split second that you take your eyes off him, your throat is suddenly in his teeth. "That's right, have some cereal, and fall under my spell... Now you're part of MY nutritious breakfast!" The other cereal mascots were ok with him before, but now they don't trust him at all. He's gone down a dark path of no return.