Snacky Happiness is a lie

No matter what Mama tells you, you do not want to be fed star bits until you burst with "snacky happiness" and transform.  I know that's how it works in her stories, but she's not giving you the whole truth.  

You will, in fact, burst, but not with any kind of joy.  You will burst because you are so full of star bits that your stomach (and you are essentially just a stomach) literally explodes.  Does that sound fun to you?  It's not.  It hurts.  

I've seen others like you fed to bursting.  Before I knew better, I fed one myself.  They seem to enjoy the eating, but and in the end, they always let out the same horrible muffled squeal before they pop.  Mama will tell you that's a squeal of "snacky happiness," but don't believe her.  I still haven't forgiven myself for happened that time.

The "transform" part isn't what you think it is either.  You were never told what it meant, but I'm telling you now because I think you deserve to know.  You will turn into a galaxy.  That galaxy won't be you anymore.  You will be a place.  A destination.  A thing.  

Your old friends might live on you and you won't be able to talk to them, because you will be dead.  That's right.  Snacky happiness is death.

If you need proof, watch this:

Now you have seen the truth with your own eyes.  Next time you see a strange man in overalls offering star bits, you'll know what to do.  I understand that you're hungry, but if you have just one star bit, you may already be on a one-way track to your doom.  The choice is yours.