I love my nephews, but in his infinite wisdom, the Almighty made sure I did not procreate. I am unable to rise above my base nature. I am proud that I not only tricked them into eating Twin Berries, but that they are absolutely phenomenal at tricking friends and relatives into eating them as well. (Twin Berries was how I learned what the word 'bitter' meant. While on a nature hike with my loving papa, I was reading the guide. 'Dad, it says Twin Berries are bitter. What does 'bitter' mean?' To which my father replied 'I don't know. Why don't you try one and find out?' I spit for an hour trying to get the taste out of my mouth. And so my nature was set. Thanks, Dad.)