'Dark Chocolate' Skull

So, I'm a head guy. I love heads. It's tough, though, being a head guy. When I ride the subway, I'm constantly trying to control the urge to reach out and massage the head of the person next to me. I've done it once or twice. It doesn't go over well, even when a friendly smile or wink is employed. I've lost several partners after waking them up by stuffing their noggins in my armpit, say. In high school I was kicked of the wrestling team not because of my somewhat unusual technique, but for the sounds I made when executing it. I've got loads of synthetic skulls around the apartment, some real ones, lots of manikin heads (surprisingly easy to pilfer from beauty shop display windows). The thing is, I never had an urge to actually eat a head... until I ate one. Look, this chocolate skull is delicious. It is really good. But there are problems. When you hold it in your hands (while performing ceremonies, fondling it or preparing to annihilate it) it feels like a real, friggin' skull... at first. But then, unlike real human skulls, it starts to melt. You have to put your hands in a bag of ice for like 5 minutes if you want to do anything fun with the thing before you eat it. But still, you get to eat a skull, which despite the fact that the consistency is all wrong, and there's no edible brain inside, is still pretty rad. But there's the other problem: I never wanted to eat a head until I did. Now riding the subway is that much more of a trial. Three stars. Oh, and it's 550 bucks, so I'm broke now. Really broke. I've eaten, like, six of these. So two stars.