Cioccolata was always on the move, he was constantly doing something, constantly thinking or planning about something. He lived like this for as long as he could remember, loudly asserting that “only weaklings need rest.” But everything has its limits, even Cioccolata’s endurance, so at some point he simply burned out, was so tired that it was difficult for him to even stand on his feet. He was forced to take a break, and he didn't like it.