Never before had I experienced such a scrumptious chocolate treat than the day I bit into my first Whatchamacallit. Which, if you want to get technical, was about five minutes ago. I was pleasantly surprised nonetheless. The chocolate seemed to be almost secondary to the smooth layers of caramel complemented by the crunchy wafer-like center. My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as I took one satisfyingly chewy bite after another. As I slipped into a psychedelic coma of wondrous joy, I found I couldn’t figure out what exactly it was about this delicacy that could make a person become so overwhelmed with the excitement you never want to end. I was on cloud nine about to hit ten when, like all good things must, my moment of bliss sadly slipped away when I realized that I had finished the entire candy bar, and was now licking the wrapper. Scrapping every inch of that plastic with my tongue, trying desperately to get every last piece of the candy bar in my mouth to sustain the high. But eventually I had to proceed to my fate. You, my friends, may call it whatever you please. I will call it exactly what it is. Delicious.