I picked the cracker up to inspect it. it looked to be bought around my childhood very dusty like every thing else in my attic. The design was very simplistic, all black except for a small rose shaped thing glued to the main piece of the cracker and two red ribbons on both sides. I brought the cracker down from the attic and into my room. "What is the fastest fish in the world?" "A motor pike." But... I'm probably dead.