I wanna cry. No Twinkies. The truck carried snowballs, cupcakes, doughnuts, and some round pinwheel thing. My search for Twinkies goes on. Why writer why. I am suffering from not having Twinkies.

"TWINKIES WAIT FOR ME! I'll find you. Oh hi."

A spirit looked at me crying. He then pretend to not notice me. I walk off. I wonder if it is all worth it.

Oh look someone getting run over. Work time. Dum dum, dee, dum dum. Pow. Moron, not paying attention.

"What the hell? Hey. I'm talking to you. Hey!"

"You're dead."

"Say whaaaat? Dead. Nuh uh."

"The body is under. You're dead."

"No way."

I punched him into the air. He fell a ways back. That convinced him.