After the wedding, the evil queen dragged her burning feet to the swamp. Inside a crumbling mansion, she beckoned her mirrors to come. Mirror Mirror on the wall, who's the dreariest of them all? It is you, my queen, Mirror replied. Mirror Mirror in the shack, how did we get here, I want to go back? Queen, you are full despair, 'tis true, but Snow-white eviler is than you. I'm sorry, I thought I was in a fairy tale, not in a book with the genre...

I bring out everyone’s competitive side, one icy handful at a time.

You set me at night knowing I'll torture you in the morning. You still need me. What am I?

You can find me on faces, noses, arms, and backs. Something a person with a tan usually lacks. I can be considered cute, ugly, or maybe in between. Whatever I’m called, I’m sure to be seen. Dots, splotches, big, and small, Whatever am I called?

This tastes better in person than on a plate. Its texture feels as though dinner is licking you. Respect to those who can handle the chew.