You’ve been trapped in the Reese’s Jar, an empty plastic container that used to hold Ricky’s precious Reese’s. Ricky stands (on his knees) in front of you, wriggling his crippled fingers around lovingly, and saying “Who’s my little Reese’s? You’re my little Reese’s. Come here. Come here!” As he comes closer to wrap your jar in a warm embrace. He’s going to be responsible for your food supply as well as entertainment from now on. Good luck ❤️