And so, after many years of research and nautical exploration, you dive into the chocolate ocean in your highly mechanised submarine, diving further beneath the surface than any man/woman/cocoa bean has ever ventured before. Then, just when you're about to hit where you had previously calculated the historical ocean floor to be, you dive even deeper into a pleasure canyon only to come face to face with THE MEG. No, you are NOT Jason Streatham, you are a vigilante Don Juan embarking on a remake of the pleasure principle, one where the box office is an overflowing box of tantalising bon bon's comprised mostly of coffee, but with hints and flirtations with lychees, sesame and white chocolate. Enter the pleasure dome, Frankie, and RELAX! The chocolate meg is here, and we are salivating in anticipation of an even bigger sequel!!!! So don't you dare pull those reject bags, Jack... or you'll be hearing from my lawyer; she's a SHARK!