Pity I didn't.
Whilst going in and out through the kitchen to load the car in the very early hours for a 290 mile drive to Cornwall with my (then) partner I spotted a couple of slices of Mars bar on a worktop next to my brew. She's such a thoughtful lass I mused as I helped myself to a piece. Later she called out "Where's the Mars?". Each piece was loaded with a tranquiliser pill for her two Beagles. Fortunately it had no effect on me.
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