I remember a story my grandmother used to tell me when I was a kid:

Her and my aunt used to work for Hershey Chocolate for awhile when she was younger and at that time (don't know about now...it's all automated now) she worked at the part in the line where they had a small paddle and had to turn the molds over and tap the small Hershey Bars out. They were allowed to eat the broken ones. She said by the time she was done working there the thought of eating chocolate made her wanna throw up. Too much of a good thing I guess...lol.

Laurie