Meanwhile, in the messhall...

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[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

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Yeah, it's the best part!

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I dunno, its like someone made the cakes and just didn't bother finishing them.

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Not a clue. It's probably some sort of trade-secret.

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Well... It's really sweet, and it's kind of like frosting, but fluffier.

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I think so. I see people in there, sometimes.

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Wow, that'd be super nice! Thanks!

[nocturnemission]

Right! Good luck!