When a moose wants a muffin, don't give him one. He'll throw it around and ruin it and think it's his to do whatever he wants with it. All he'll ever do is ask for more, never being satisfied. This moose is like that kid you hated in middle school who grew up to be really into knives and thought he was really cool by holding them by the handle in his mouth. He should probably miss and cut his mouth open. At least you could ask him how he got his scars. But either way, you don't want to give the moose the muffin. Save the muffin. Just do it. Before it's too late and the muffin is forever ruined. There is no happy ending. Said muffin won't turn into a beautiful princess by result of finding the moose who thinks he's a king. There is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. All of your dreams of happiness are forever ruined, just because of this one decision. It may seem like a good time at first, or for the next six or seven times, but no, it's not. It's horrible and life ruining and an embodiment of complete death. It's a never-ending cycle of misery that is unescapable. All you need to do is save the muffin.