We are going to bombard the camp. Camp Candy

We are going to bombard the camp. Camp Candy cannot be allowed to survive on Vulcan because

it causes too many conflicts. Sarek gave Surak a surely eyebrow, secretly sucking a gobstopper. Surak continued, "Besides, Vulcan has lousy dentists". But the bombing of Camp Candy

was too delicious to stop. Sarek's men fired gumdrops at the rock candy walls, turning them to piles of FunDip. Then Surak stopped for a taste. "Ambush! This is Aspartame's work."

Bitterness filled Surak's mouth as he considered the most logical move against Aspartame. This was no time to get emotional. Surak had to employ (No! Oh, YES!) The Saccharin Sword.

Both were notoriously lethal. What sword was safe? Nobody knew, unfortunately. There were too many victims of artiticial sugars to count at the city morgue, where I worked then.

I decided I'd rather have diabetes than cancer so i used the raw sugar in my coffee. Everyone released the breath they had all been holding to see which I would choose. My choice c

that they would develop diabetes and have to buy insulin for the rest of their days. It was an ugly plot, to be sure. That is why I choose to be bitter instead of sweet. It won't

stop the tide of childhood obesity, but at least I won't be facilitating the growth of pharma giants. That's also the reason that I chose to live in this plastic bubble. The sex is

non-existent, but at least I'm not facilitating the growth of the condom giants. "You're a ridiculous person and I'm not going to interview you!" I shouted and popped the bubble.