Everything about these is wrong, from their unnaturally fluorescent orange coloring, to their artificial banana marshmallow flavor and weird turd-like shape. Throw in the creepy connotation of the circus and clowns and you've got a candy forged by Lucifer himself.
Candy Corn is like a weird artifact left over from another time period. Old people seem to love it and that's usually a sign of something that should be best left in the past, like casual racism. Plus, who names a candy after a vegetable?
This candy just screams "Oh shit, it's Halloween. There's kids at the door. What do I do? What do I do? Oh, I know! I'll just give 'em what's in my pocket! Good thing I went to that restaurant for dinner! Crisis averted. Happy Halloween!"
Come on, these things don't even have a label. Since when is that okay? How do I know this wasn't wrapped by some weirdo and isn't full of poison razor blades? Surprise, surprise, they're also made by Necco.
You and I both know this candy is from Valentine's Day 8 months ago, you monster. If you hear something like eggs being pelted against your house later tonight, don't worry about it. They're from 8 months ago, too.