Stood outside a large candy emporium somewhere in Agora, Doom, Felix Foley and his mother stand.
“You’ve always wanted to come here, haven’t you Felix? My boy has a real sweet tooth.”
“And you’ve always said candy was bad for me, mom. You said it’d rot my teeth. The way pop was going, I wasn’t going to have any left anyway and you’d never let me try some.”
Doom steps in.
“You’re here now.”
They head inside the candy store. The marvels of treats is quite something. Felix walks away from his mom and friend, looking into the glass window of confectionary.
“There’s a lot of different types of candy.
Jelly babies, for example. Look at those squishy little different coloured things. They’re supposed to be different flavors but with that sugar on top, they basically all taste exactly the same.”
He moves down the window.
“Gummy bears. Not too dissimilar from jelly babies, only much chewier. They have a more distinctive taste because they’re not coated in all that extra sugar powder.”
Felix then stops at the foam bananas.
“I remember when I used to try and convince my mom that foam bananas were just another kind of fruit. Look at them, they look exactly like a banana. They don’t taste like them, though.”
His happy expression turns sour.
“It’s all a lie, isn’t it?”
He grimaces.
“People like Teddy O’Toole create places like this to entice you. The reality of candy is not pleasant. It rots your teeth. It elevates your insulin. It can bring about an addiction that causes weight-gain, heart attacks and death. But they don’t care about that. They pump out sugary sweets knowing that no matter who they kill, there’s always another buyer just around the corner.
Candy is NOT good for you.
As tasty as she might be, she’s trouble.”
Felix looks up, his reflection staring back at us.
“Candy Kane, on the outside, I bet you’re as sweet as they come. But I know the truth. No-one is what they seem. Nothing is. Just like Jelly Babies taste the same and are coated in enough sugar to rot your teeth, you’re soft and squidgy on the inside but brutally dangerous on the outside.
And one moment of you on the tongue might be enough to start something one can never finish; an addiction that can never be sated, that only leads to death and heartache.
But doesn’t everything?”
Clearly depressed, Foley walks over to his mom and Doom.
“You don’t want anything, child?”
Foley shakes his head.
“Candy won’t solve my problem, mom. But beating Candy Kane will. You hear me, Stubbins? The only thing I need now is our retention of the OSW Tag Team Championships. I can’t bear to lose those too.”
Felix storms off towards the door, leaving Doom and his mother behind.