[Not one for manners, Hook doesn't even open the envelope. Rather, he immediately goes for the candy corn, stabs one on to his hook and devours it, and his face scrunches up into an expression of disgust. He turns back to whoever will listen, announcing the results of his taste-test:]
The lad should've just killed us rather than leave these wretched things here.
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The lad should've just killed us rather than leave these wretched things here.