For Christmas my office got one of these boxes of chocolate covered biscuits... Shortbread, cookies, wafers, hazelnut, dark chocolate.. hnggg. Since pretty much every person there has some made up dietary restriction I got to take the whole thing home myself.
A couple times a week I wake up and just destroy a chunk of it. On different days I pound through whole stacks of different cookies, unless I'm feeling peckish for a bit of everything.
The other day I pushed through the pain to finish the rest of the box, and when I lifted the plastic floor out of it there was another layer underneath! Christmas comes again, RIP stomach.