What does grandpops know about candy? He doesn't have any teeth left for the candy to be stuck in like we do.

What do you do when the whole world could crumble with one wrong step, and you’re telling everyone not to take the step – but there’s candy, that their grandpa said would taste really, really yummy, so they just can’t resist, because the crumbling of our Earth means less than listening to ‘ol grandpops, so they all go for the candy. And there’s nothing you can say or do to stop their craving for the candy – even if you know, and have excellent oration skills, that the candy tastes like poo. Good ‘ol, traditional poo. You plead and cry and sink a bit inside when they are conjure up their plans to take that step towards the candy that tastes like poo that they’ve been told tastes like yummy and you sit motionless, waiting for everything you believe in and devote yourself to to die die die and you try to control the impulsive convulsions. What do you do next? Do you keep trying? Keep trying to talk them into taking a step backwards, looking at the potential consequences of that fatal step, into realizing that their grandpops’ taste in candy might be a bit old fashioned – like Mary Janes or Sugar Daddies when you’re really into Gobstoppers and Blue M & Ms. When asked, you say you really like Mary Janes and Sugar Daddies, but when you’re alone you always pick up the Gobstoppers and M & Ms and would admit that though you like both, you think that the Mary Janes will stand the test of time, and the world, with more truth. Bullshit! Kids these days don’t even know what Mary Janes are! Shit! We only know what they are because our parents and hipster clothes may have shown them to us once or twice. So you’ll believe your grandpops, over me, one of your own generation, of your similar experience, and take that step to end our world? WHY WHY WHY