Oh, the Snorunts love the poffins. A bit too much, in fact. By the end, Claude has several tummy-aching Snorunts on his hands.

As a result, Claude will be suffering from Very Bad Luck throughout the month. Wherever he goes and whatever he does, Claude will find himself experiencing ridiculous little mishaps. If he sits down, the chair will be inexplicably wet. Walking down the road, his foot will find that one tiny icy patch and send him onto his ass. He'll be spilling drinks and food so often, he'll be doing laundry constantly.

None of the accidents are very dangerous or harmful. Not physically at least. His cool reputation though? Oh that won't survive this.