Confidential materials (The X-Files) (№ 1987)

Life is like a box of chocolates. Cheap stupid formal gift, which nobody expects. It can't be returned, because the exchange will receive a new box of chocolates. And here you get nasty mints that you just pop in your mouth when you have nothing to eat. Occasionally come across a candy with a peanut or toffee, but swallow them so quickly, and the taste instantly disappears. And finally you remain the sweet without the wrapper with the hardened filling and nuts that are impossible to crack. But if you eat them, all that will be left is an empty box with wrappers.