To the heartless candy corporations everywhere

I am suing the Kit Kat bar company.
Wait. I'm not in the United States. I can't just walk around suing everyone. But if I could, Kit Kat would be in for it.
So here I am, a girl with a very addictive personality. I must have at least two overpowering addictions going on in my life at any given time. Cigarettes automatically gets spot #1. And lately, trying to stick to safer addictions than I'm used to, Kit Kat bars have taken spot #2.
Yesterday I came home from work to find that familiar shiny red package sitting on the kitchen counter. I decided to just have one stick, and then I would have supper.
So I unwrapped the package, bit into my one allowed stick, and do you know what I found?
No crunchy center!
That's right boys and girls, it was pure chocolate all the way through.
I immedietely broke the other three sticks open and found the same thing. So I did what any self respecting girl would do. I put the offending sticks in a sandwich bag marked "evidence", and I phoned the candy company.
I now know the candy company only cares about you on weekdays from nine until five.