Once upon a time in a place far, far away, oops, wrong lead in. Actually, it was right here under our noses.

It was just around the corner. It was a factory of sorts. It wasn't just any commonplace, run of the mill factory though. No-siree-Bob. It was the Jellybeanerotica factory. Now this unique factory had a store out front for the 'customers'. It was a store that gave away all of the exotic and fantastic jellybeans that the factory 'employees' concocted. All the 'customer' had to do was walk in, sit down, and select the jellybeans that he or she wanted and take them. And the best part of all is the fact they were all FREE! Yes, that's what I said. FREE!

The factory turned out hundreds of different kinds of jellybeans. And they're all given away free. Yep, FREE!

All the store manager asked was that the 'customer' fill out card to declare their like or dislike of the particular jellybean flavor(s) and rate it on a scale of one to five. But the manager was a kind soul, and didn't demand that the customer fill out the card. So consequently the 'customers' didn't even have to fill out the card or vote. They could just come in, eat the jellybeans, and leave.

Now back in the factory that produced the jellybeans, there were hundreds of individuals who made the jellybeans. Each individual 'employee' produced his or her own particularly flavored jellybean. These 'employees' ranged in aged from their teens (18 years old, of course) up to senior citizens in their nineties. All of the 'employees' worked for free and the only compensation they received was the satisfaction of producing their particular jellybean for the customer. But if the 'customer ', for whatever reason didn't fill out a card, the 'employees' back in the factory never knew what the 'customer' thought of their particular flavor of jellybean. Or just didn't think it was good enough to comment on.

Now as time passed, the manager found that most of the 'customers' didn't fill out the cards, so the 'employees' were receiving very little feedback on their particular flavor of jellybean. Some of the jellybean makers didn't really seem to mind the lack of feedback. They just kept on mindlessly producing their jellybeans and sending them to the store completely oblivious to the fact that no one cared for their particular brand of jellybean.

But the makers of the really good jellybeans with names such as Analphabet Bouillon, Broth and Diet Soda Mush, Celery's, Cheerio Chains, Exotic Pairs of Flavors, Exotic hors d'oeuvres, Fettuccini, First New Flavor, Gay Tamale, Groupers, Hot Tofutti, Humus and Sauce, Ill Tasting Straw, Incense/Taboule, Flavors with Different Colors, Lentil Soup, Alphabet Soup and Trans Fat, Luxuriant Whiffs of Pussy, Mature Flavors, Mindful Concoctions, Non-National Origins, Non-Anything, Non-consensual Flavors of Relevance, Non-humus, Novel Flavors and Tastes, Renewed Flavors and Tastes, Roman Ants, Scientifically Filled and Fancifully Flavored, Tits with Areolas and Milk, Trans Fat and Cross Buns wanted all the feedback that they could get so they could improve them. On the rare occasion when they did get feedback, they would use it to improve the flavor or texture of the next batch of jellybeans. Consequently, the 'customer' became the recipient of his or her own feedback.

But alas, the 'customers' didn't mind or were too lazy or just didn't care because very, very few took the few seconds that it would have taken to fill out the card. Maybe the fact that the jellybeans were free dulled their minds, while there were other stores around town who charged for their jellybeans. Maybe they didn't realize how many hours that it took some of the 'employees' to concoct the jellybeans that they, the 'customers' were consuming at such a prodigious rate.

As with all things, time passed and the 'customers' began to notice that both the quality and quantity of the jellybeans began to decrease. There weren't as many flavors as before and some the jellybeans had a tainted taste.

"Why? What is happening to our jellybeans?" they cried out in anger. "We are hungry for your jellybeans. Can't you make more?"

The manager was sad. For he knew that the good jellybean makers were leaving to go to other factories where they received what they so thirsted for. More feedback.

Now more and more jellybean makers left each day and soon there was no one left to make the jellybeans.

Then the manager had no choice but to close the Jellybeanerotica!

Oh, there was a great wailing and gnashing of teeth in the streets as the 'customers' roamed far and wide to find another factory that gave away free jellybeans like the ones they had been so used to.