Clearly it’s for a corner shop not to open all the multipacks and sell them at a higher price
Delete the post, the police are already on their way
Straight to prison, no right to a trial.
I can’t tell if you’re joking or not so I’m just going so answer straight. It’s not aimed at you, it’s aimed at retailers. So they don’t open multipacks and sell them individually.
This post here, Officer
It’ll explode like the dye packs on banknotes
I’ll give you 40p, final offer. Just don’t tell the rozzers.
Black Helicopters. Prison in Rwanda.
Basically all the bad parts of the Bible.
Mr Cadbury comes and gently cups your balls
Chocolate Bar Police here:
We’d come to your house and confiscate any illicit confectionery. Also any biscuits and cakes you might have.
These will be disposed of on the way home at an appropriate bench.
Pretty sure this has been asked on here before and the consensus seemed to be there wasn’t any law against reselling the multi pack items
If you wanted to sell these ‘legally’ in a shop you would need to copy the nutrition info and reprint it on a sticker and stick it on each bar to comply with trading standards rules.
The same thing you see when you buy imported packaged food in Asian supermarkets for example.
I hear there’s a website for reselling multi-pack chocolate bars – Twixetmaster
Sentence: Death.
Execution tonight at 6. All net, all channels.
Would you like to know more?
YES [ X ] NO [ ]
You’ll make my father in law say “trade descriptions act” as if that means anything
You’ve seen the tower of London right?
This is what it’s for.
Big Kev tried this at school. Reckoned he could undercut the tuck shop, keep the profits for himself. Proper genius.
Made bank, had 2 girlfriends, offered protection by the Y11 bullies and gave them a discount on snacks in return. Legend of H block. Living life to the max.
That was until… the incident.
R.I.P in Peace Big Kev. Just no way of seeing those snipers on the roof, paid for by Cadburys. Murdering bastards.
Watch yourself, OP, or you could go the way of Big Kev.
SWAT team will abseil down from roof and make aggressive entry through bedroom windows at 4am.
HANDS! HANDS! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!!!!!
They send round the *Ombudsman*. So if there’s a bang at the door
and you answer it and there’s a man in a stovepipe hat with a long, hooky stick, that’s him.
I had a mate who did 20 years for reselling a Fredo. Interrogation process was awful. He’s never been the same since.
The chocolate police will show up
Nothing. At first.
But then you’d know. And eventually, you realise, so will they. But what if they realise too late? You hurry to gather your things in the dead of night. You see your partner and your kids sleeping, but you realise you can’t involve them. It wouldn’t be fair. You write a note and kiss them on the head one last time.
The drive to the airport is quiet but frantic. Technically you’ve never made better time but it’s still the longest drive of your life.
You park and don’t even look at the payment sign. You’re not coming back for it. It’ll be evidence soon anyway. You don’t even bother to lock it.
You buy a ticket to Panama. You don’t know why. You don’t think you could even point to it on a map. You know they do hats. Maybe you’ll like the hats, who can say?
The wait for the flight feels like purgatory. You can’t rest so you decide to eat. You go to a vending machine. The familiar purple reflected in the glass makes you not hungry anymore. You wait.
Eventually you board. You feel tense using your passport but you didn’t prepare enough in advance to use anything else. You take your seat next to an overweight man is a stained white shirt. No doubt on business.
As the plane roars to life you feel the acceleration weigh you down, the earth pulling you back, back to home, back to your family, back to the truth. But then the wheels leave the ground and for a moment… Weightlessness. You’ve done it. You’ve left it all. The relief is wonderful and giddying.
“This is your captain speaking, we’re going to be flying at about 30,000 feet… Or we would be. But we know.”
The plane tips. You realise everyone on the plane is sweating, scared and guilty. They got you all together, bundled you up and put you on the same flight. You realise a terrible, sickening truth.
You’re a multi pack.
And as I watched the multipack being sold individually
There was a pale horse and it’s riders name was Death
Hades followed along behind him. They were given authority over
A quarter of the Earth, to kill with the sword, and with famine,
And with death and by means of the Earths wild animals
The chocolate pimpernel will sneak into your room at night and devour you whole.
the chocolate police come for you
Multipack Fraud Squad Confectionery Division has been alerted. We’re not talking about fizzy pop here but pure grade milk chocolate. You’re in a lot of trouble.
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Clearly it’s for a corner shop not to open all the multipacks and sell them at a higher price
Delete the post, the police are already on their way
Straight to prison, no right to a trial.
I can’t tell if you’re joking or not so I’m just going so answer straight. It’s not aimed at you, it’s aimed at retailers. So they don’t open multipacks and sell them individually.
This post here, Officer
It’ll explode like the dye packs on banknotes
I’ll give you 40p, final offer. Just don’t tell the rozzers.
Black Helicopters. Prison in Rwanda.
Basically all the bad parts of the Bible.
Mr Cadbury comes and gently cups your balls
Chocolate Bar Police here:
We’d come to your house and confiscate any illicit confectionery. Also any biscuits and cakes you might have.
These will be disposed of on the way home at an appropriate bench.
Pretty sure this has been asked on here before and the consensus seemed to be there wasn’t any law against reselling the multi pack items
If you wanted to sell these ‘legally’ in a shop you would need to copy the nutrition info and reprint it on a sticker and stick it on each bar to comply with trading standards rules.
The same thing you see when you buy imported packaged food in Asian supermarkets for example.
https://preview.redd.it/eoyavk0fznff1.png?width=504&format=png&auto=webp&s=fe0f50aa1cf7dbfabef1c22fbd6dc00dc90ee39a
Believe it or not, jail. Right away
Nothing happens. It is not illegal in any way to break up a multipack and sell it. This is a manufacturers warning of zero consequence.
Based on the following comparative case study, I have a theory…
https://preview.redd.it/fg8qw00x0off1.png?width=1200&format=png&auto=webp&s=4d7dc177d0c7aa2ba42ec774e1baa16976908e6e
I hear there’s a website for reselling multi-pack chocolate bars – Twixetmaster
Sentence: Death.
Execution tonight at 6. All net, all channels.
Would you like to know more?
YES [ X ] NO [ ]
You’ll make my father in law say “trade descriptions act” as if that means anything
You’ve seen the tower of London right?
This is what it’s for.
Big Kev tried this at school. Reckoned he could undercut the tuck shop, keep the profits for himself. Proper genius.
Made bank, had 2 girlfriends, offered protection by the Y11 bullies and gave them a discount on snacks in return. Legend of H block. Living life to the max.
That was until… the incident.
R.I.P in Peace Big Kev. Just no way of seeing those snipers on the roof, paid for by Cadburys. Murdering bastards.
Watch yourself, OP, or you could go the way of Big Kev.
SWAT team will abseil down from roof and make aggressive entry through bedroom windows at 4am.
HANDS! HANDS! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!!!!!
They send round the *Ombudsman*. So if there’s a bang at the door
and you answer it and there’s a man in a stovepipe hat with a long, hooky stick, that’s him.
The *Ombudsman.*
It’s not you, it to stop the shops reselling them
https://preview.redd.it/5o8fync16off1.png?width=998&format=png&auto=webp&s=dff1251fa3273c88ba28106527a1785e6cc78080
Cadbury man the Cadbury man that’s why..
Pretty sure it’s to do with tax purposes.
[You better run they’re on their way to you now](https://static1.srcdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/charlie-and-the-chocolate-factory-oompa-loompas-factory.jpg?q=50&fit=crop&w=800&dpr=1.5)
Chocolate prison.
I had a mate who did 20 years for reselling a Fredo. Interrogation process was awful. He’s never been the same since.
The chocolate police will show up
Nothing. At first.
But then you’d know. And eventually, you realise, so will they. But what if they realise too late? You hurry to gather your things in the dead of night. You see your partner and your kids sleeping, but you realise you can’t involve them. It wouldn’t be fair. You write a note and kiss them on the head one last time.
The drive to the airport is quiet but frantic. Technically you’ve never made better time but it’s still the longest drive of your life.
You park and don’t even look at the payment sign. You’re not coming back for it. It’ll be evidence soon anyway. You don’t even bother to lock it.
You buy a ticket to Panama. You don’t know why. You don’t think you could even point to it on a map. You know they do hats. Maybe you’ll like the hats, who can say?
The wait for the flight feels like purgatory. You can’t rest so you decide to eat. You go to a vending machine. The familiar purple reflected in the glass makes you not hungry anymore. You wait.
Eventually you board. You feel tense using your passport but you didn’t prepare enough in advance to use anything else. You take your seat next to an overweight man is a stained white shirt. No doubt on business.
As the plane roars to life you feel the acceleration weigh you down, the earth pulling you back, back to home, back to your family, back to the truth. But then the wheels leave the ground and for a moment… Weightlessness. You’ve done it. You’ve left it all. The relief is wonderful and giddying.
“This is your captain speaking, we’re going to be flying at about 30,000 feet… Or we would be. But we know.”
The plane tips. You realise everyone on the plane is sweating, scared and guilty. They got you all together, bundled you up and put you on the same flight. You realise a terrible, sickening truth.
You’re a multi pack.
And as I watched the multipack being sold individually
There was a pale horse and it’s riders name was Death
Hades followed along behind him. They were given authority over
A quarter of the Earth, to kill with the sword, and with famine,
And with death and by means of the Earths wild animals
The chocolate pimpernel will sneak into your room at night and devour you whole.
the chocolate police come for you
Multipack Fraud Squad Confectionery Division has been alerted. We’re not talking about fizzy pop here but pure grade milk chocolate. You’re in a lot of trouble.
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