"Hostess had found a bakery/distributor in South America that could meet the needs of all Twinkie lovers worldwide. The revolution was over. But at what cost? Susan looked down at the oozing, viscous fluid pooring forth from her now recognizable brother. 'Well,' she thought to herself,' Momma always said to make lemons out of lemonade. That was before I caught her sneaking a single from my stash, treacherous whore.' She bent over the twitching body of her shocked brother and began lapping up his precious fluid like a cat."