[A blurry close-up of a face can be seen slowly backing away, giggling softly as the camera turns to show a somewhat messy living room. There's a purple beanbag chair on the ground next to a pile of Toblerone, along with a stack of the candy bars teetering precariously in the middle of the room. The camera focuses on this for a few moments until, with an audible grunt, the owner of the face from before drops into an inelegant sprawl on the chair.
Picking up a Toblerone, she starts singing (in the tune of
The Unicorn Song).]
Toblerone I love them, Toblerone I love them, Toble-toble-toble-toblerone I looooove them!
[done with her song, she looks up at the camera.]
Toblerone are totally the best chocolates ever, and you can build with them. I'm making a fort... but someone keeps eating the building materials. That bastard.
[a pause, like something occurred to her.]
Wait.. I'm that bastard. Weak.
[She sighs, blowing her hair out of her face before hitting a small remote, stopping the video feed.]