"Welcome to the candy competition little Jimmy! Candy makers from aaalll over the world made the very bestest candy they could in hopes of winning a golden twizzler!"
Jimmy - "Wowsers! This sounds great

I hope my candy does well"
"And good luck to you littly Jimmy! However, with this competition we judge it special like. If you enter, you have to judge! So get ready to eat a little bit of everything! All of it delicious!"
Jimmy - "Yay! That sounds great! Except...I can't really have any of those super duper special eye bursting sour candies =( They don't agree with my system so I tend to avoid them...I've heard that they're only really enjoyed by select candy enthusiasts though. Besides, how can I give a good honest opinion on something that doesn't make me feel well? It'll be ok, right Mr. Disembodied Voice?"
"Oh little Jimmy...EAT IT. YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE PIG. FUCKING EAT IT. YOU LOVE CANDY AND COMPETITIONS?! THEN YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING EAT IT AND YOU'RE GOING TO LIKE IT. I'M GOING TO YELL AT YOU AND BE ANGRY UNTIL YOU STUFF YOURSELF SO FULL OF THIS CANDY YOUR GRANDMA SHITS IT OUT!"
Jimmy - "B-b-b-but...Mister...I want to help, but I don't like those kind...they really don't make me feel good...

"
"Ahaha, well too bad Jimmy! Even though this is a competition about a fun hobby, we're going to say FUCK YOU AND YOUR FREEDOM OF CHOICE AND FREE WILL. YOU'RE GOING TO EAT IT AND THEN MY GOAT IS GOING TO FUCK YOU!"
All in all, Yue's head is a scary place

*goes to eat some yummy peanut butter cup ice cream*
