They had gummi flies (that taste like blandly unpleasant industrial foam), gummi bananas (that taste like bananas), the good kind of gummi brains (that taste like the platonic ideal of good gummi), and a new version of gummi snakes (which taste like SNAAAAAKES! and two decent but unidentifiable candy flavors) at the mall candy store.

Ever since I was much younger, I've had the undeniable urge to eat every new kind of gummi encountered*. I've had a huge variety by this point. Fighter jets, jalapenos, penguins, scotty dogs, whatever. I've never had flies or bananas. In this way, I slowly consume the very essences of these things. It's a good life.




*I have a similar issue with eating candy money. I would live off candy money.