Normally, Glorbus would be apprehensive about taking candy from strangers, it was what Johnny had always said after all, but he felt like he'd gotten to know Eye well enough for it to not be a stranger anymore. Eye kneeled on its thigh-length socks strung along with its cartoonishly impossible proportions, its Schrodinger's hand holding out the pleasantly ominous candy in a hand both real, and completely fictitious at the same time. The atmosphere around them hazed and glimmered with blind splendor, the visible blur between what's real, and what's not. (The whole vibe was like when you're dreaming, and everything feels real and believable, but then you wake up, and you try to remember the dream, but at that point it feels like an entirely different existence, and the conceivable memory of it only makes you feel more disorientated and separate from your own consciousness, you know when that very relatable thing happens? Well, that's kind of like what this was.)

        "What is that?" Glorbus asked, about an object that was extremely clear in what it was.

        "It's space junk! and high-fructose corn syrup... and glycerin... and borax, but the ingredients don't matter here, where matter is matter!" Eye replied, holding the space junk like a salesman at an auction, but less concerning.

        "What does it do?" (It's a chain, you get the pattern.)

        "Anything, and everything, or even nothing at all! All that good stuff, and also all that bad stuff, just do whatever you want, it's essentially packaged cartoon-logic."

        "Where did it come from?"

        "Well that's actually a funny story, see, I was in Norway, and there was this beetle, and-"

        "AND What is its nAMe?    And where is it going?   HOw old is it? Why is it HERE???-"

        "IT!..... is everything, and therehenceforeth, chooses not to answer your questions, IN FACT it wants to know who YOU think you are!"

        "Hey! someone 'oughta do something about this loud-mouthed object!" Glorbus rallied like an old-timey gentleman about to get in a stickah' 'bout a wiseguy, see?

        "Yeah! But legally, whether or not you want to eat it is entirely YOUR decision, I don't want to force you into anything or look like I'm manipulating you whatsoever, I already look pretty suspicious for bringing you unwillingly to this undisclosed location and seemingly try to get you to consume unsolicited foreign objects, (Don't do it kids, despite what this story is directly teaching you, it WON'T give you superpowers!) But I just want you to know this is 100% up to you despite all the hyping I've been doing."

        Glorbus looked genuinely conflicted for about half a second, before gazing back at the object, in all its neutrality, and complete and utter un-interestingness, before deciding to inhale the entire thing right from out of Eyes grey hands, and immediately start choking on it.

        "OH sweetie, you need to take the wrapper off first!" Eye exclaimed with both fear, and the air of: you stupid adorable child! and un-throated the object and carefully unwrapped it before giving it back to Glorbus, like he was a very small and also special needs child. (which he, kind of is.)

        The Space Junk (tm) was sucked into Glorbus's gelatinous see-through-ness like osmosis... or, well, more like passive transport because it's not water flowing from a point of low solute concentration to high solute concentration, (facilitated diffusion) but more like the type of membrane transport that does not require ATP to move particles across a membrane, or active transport as it's essentially the same thing, it just down a direction of the membrane that requires more energy... but anyway, that's all to say he ate the damn chocolate bar, and he looked like an amoeba doing it. As the Space Junk (tm) dissolved in Glorbus's being, facilitating the science to happen, Eye stared at him with ambiguous intention. 

        The physical sensation of gaining unearthly powers in a split second is like if you're just sitting there, and then you just suddenly feel super yolked for no reason, and then you're just God now. That's what this is, this is that. Not three fourths of a minute after Glorbus consumed the Space Junk (tm), he opened his eyes again stuck to the middle of the road back on Earth, deeply confused.