Meanwhile, in the messhall...

[nocturnemission]

[Rejoice! For there is a table overflowing with a mountain of twinkies, all cheerfully bright yellow with artificial goodness!]

Hey! Where's the cream filling?

[But, alas, much like the soul of an emo goth cutter kid, they are all hollow and empty inside.]

Comments

[lostvalhalla]

What are these things, Sir Demyx?

[nocturnemission]

They're supposed to be Twinkies, but I don't think you can really call them that without the good stuff inside.

[lostvalhalla]

Like a pastry with no creme...?

[nocturnemission]

Yeah, exactly! The cake part is no good without the frosting.

[lostvalhalla]

I'd have to agree with you. 'Tis a cruel trick.

[nocturnemission]

Man, there are all sorts of people here who've never had a twinkie, and now that can't even have a whole one!