Is there anything more disgusting than the sound of someone eating an ice cream bar? The slopping and slurping, the pleasurable smacking between sucking bites, the wet cream being mushed between eager lips. Then, once the bar is finished, one must suffer the occasional sound of a sticky mouth being opened and a wet tongue blindly feeling behind a tooth for a lodged piece of chocolate, like a treasure being excitedly unearthed, the tongue, quivering with anticipation.