Hmmm, how your powers have grown.

Well, well, well. If it isn't my old nemesis KitKat. You who had forced me to eat you despite my guttural pleas of resistance, knowing fully well that a moment of you through my lips means a lifetime in my hips! Arg, if only my hips could lie, but much like Shakira's, they can't. The story they tell is one where you have conquered me with your full might and crushed my self control resulting to one undeniable confession: I'm chubby.

I have told my self time and time again, "No sweets, no sweets". A mantra that failed whenever I heard that infectious jingle of yours. It haunts me even today.
...Gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of that Kitkat bar...
Like a siren's song that entices lost seamen, you beckoned and I yielded. But that was years ago and a lot has changed since then. Today I am stronger and fitter. I've resisted sweets and diligently clocked perspire-y hours at the gym that I can now proudly claim: I'm slightly less chubby.

But I see you've returned and more formidable than ever. Your accomplice, Raunchy Richelle, smuggled you in from Japan where you completely redesigned your fighting style. You have modified your offensive technique from Chocolate chop attacks to Green Tea Grabs and Ginger Ale Jump-kicks. I must say, I'm impressed, but you're still no match to my signature moves: the Jonsey Balonsey Jabs. Yes, those are interesting new flavours, but I'm not the old, weak-willed Jonsey Bal...Oh, what's that you say? You managed to maintain your crispy, delicious goodness at your core? The green tea and ginger ale flavors are so spot-on I'd think that my taste buddies were pulling a prank on me? Oh, well, maybe ...well, a tiny bite won't hur...just a bite...Crunch...Oh, curses, you flavorful fiend. You win again!