When I see candy corn, it’s like a switch flips in my skull, and all bets are off! Picture this: I’m Skeleton Sam, the suave and spooky specter, but the mere sight of those tri-colored kernels sends me into a frenzy of delight. I start doing candy corn cartwheels down the street, my red headphones bouncing in time with my antics. I dive headfirst into any candy corn pile I find, emerging with pieces stuck between my bones, looking like a candy corn porcupine.

But wait, it gets crazier! I’ve been known to scale buildings just to get a better view of candy corn displays in store windows. Once, I even orchestrated an elaborate candy corn heist, complete with skeleton stealth and ghostly getaway plans. I’ve replaced my morning coffee with a candy corn smoothie, and I’ve been caught using candy corn as confetti for impromptu dance parties.

I talk to candy corn as if they were my loyal minions, commanding them to march into my mouth in perfect formation. And let’s not forget my candy corn art sessions—I’ve created entire murals out of those sugary delights, only to devour my masterpiece in a matter of minutes.

So, when I say I get crazy over candy corn, believe me, the antics are truly insane. There’s no limit to the lengths I’ll go to for those deliciously addictive treats!