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

[idle_traveller]

Camp was being helpful.

[nocturnemission]

How is leaving out the most delicious part helpful?

[idle_traveller]

They're already filled with saturated fat content without it. . . And it might help preserve them.

[nocturnemission]

Desserts are meant to be unhealthy. That's why they're delicious. And anyway, twinkies are already supposed to last forever.

[idle_traveller]

I see.

[nocturnemission]

[Poking at an empty twinkie husk]

Man, what are we even supposed to do with all these?

[idle_traveller]

You can eat them.

[nocturnemission]

No way! It's just some stupid cake without the cream.

[idle_traveller]

You could make your own cream, then.

[nocturnemission]

I dunno, it's probably some super-secret recipe. It just wouldn't be the same.

[idle_traveller]

Mm. It's just too bad then.

[nocturnemission]

I know. What a waste!

[idle_traveller]

The worst that camp has done so far.

[nocturnemission]

Well, I don't know about that... It's still pretty bad, though.

[idle_traveller]

Third?

[nocturnemission]

Possibly!