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

[danceallknight]

Why does it matter?

[danceallknight]

All Hallow's Eve? That's a strange addition.

[nocturnemission]

I think you mean it's an awesome addition!

[danceallknight]

...no.

[nocturnemission]

Do you just hate sugar, or something?

[danceallknight]

...

[nocturnemission]

I'll just take that as a "yes."

[danceallknight]

You're wrong.

[nocturnemission]

If you say so...

[danceallknight]

Whatever.

[idle_traveller]

[i see you have taste buds, i have taste buds too!]

Peach?

[danceallknight]

...all right.

[idle_traveller]

[gives him one, eating her own]

I wonder if he will or won't eat them all, anyway.

[danceallknight]

Before or after he finishes complaining?

[idle_traveller]

In the middle, I think.

[danceallknight]

I hope he doesn't talk while he chews, then.