Just to be serious for a minute: anyone taking children away to a seaside resort or similar this year should be aware of a substance called "Blue Sauce". I've witnessed first hand the chaos which ensues when a child is given a 99 Flake with sprinkles and blue sauce. Blue Sauce, especially when combined with ice cream, Flake and sprinkles causes a huge rush of energy, euphoric mania, and irrational behaviour, before the user comes crashing down into a despondent state. Sure, it sounds like fun at first, but it's not worth it. The dealers seem affable, friendly, kind even, but they won't be there to pick up the pieces. I'll be doing all I can to ensure that this scourge doesn't make its way from the coastal resorts to inner cities, via sophisticated county lines operations. Just Say No to Blue Sauce.
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