You say you want a story? A true-life story, an end-of-the-road type story? — Yeah, yeah, that kind . A what’s-important story? — You got a story or not? Alright, alright, keep your shirt on. I’m thinking, ok? Ok. — Ok. Ok. I’ve got it. Here’s your story. So my grandfather used to fly planes during WWII. — Planes? Yeah, you know those things in the sky? — Pffft. He was a test pilot. And one day, he was supposed to test fly this one plane, only for some reason his emergency pack wasn’t complete. See, they were supposed to carry a bar of emergency chocolate, and his pack had no chocolate. Yeah, I know, right? They had emergency chocolate! Smart brass, eh? So my grandfather’s missing his chocolate. No, I don’t know what happened to it—maybe he ate it one night when the mess hall had fiber fish for dinner. Maybe it melted in the Georgia sun. Maybe the rats got it, or the cockroaches carried it away. Who knows? That part’s not important to the story. For whatev...