Grape snackoos were a short-lived bid to get more of the young child market. They were really, truly awful. I have no idea what memory that was associated with but just think of the most artificial, chalky purple flavoring you can imagine and put it on some styrofoam peanuts. It was just... [she trails off, slowly shaking her head, though whether that was punishment related or if grape snackoos were just so horrid as to actively avoid thinking of is hard for even her to determine.] Pains me to say it, but there are some things science shouldn't do.

...This too. Scientifically speaking, I'm not certain we're equipped to find much else out about our semi-solid friend. We might need to put this investigation to bed. Uh, not literally. Since neither of us can access a bed right now.