They're going to be discarded...No...Sold outAah... that's right...We're going to become like that too, eventually.If we confectionary products begin to hate ourselves, our hearts will...And then I was lined into the front row.No...No, you won't. So don't talk like that!Our hearts will begin to grow old as well...From there, I could see my own face reflected in the glass.Could it be, they have reached their expiration date...A box...!? They've got thrown into a box.
