The Twinkie Experiment: Death of a Sweet Confection
The life of a Twinkie is forever doomed. Crinkling and popping of the wrapper sounds the beginning of a Twinkie’s excruciatingly torturous period. Yet this is no ordinary day for a Twinkie. This consumer wants to enjoy the Twinkie, in all its golden glory, for as long as she can stand it. So she stalls the initial slitting of the wrapper to admire how the light glistens off the slick surface. The sensation of running her fingers across the cool surface was pure ecstasy. Her digits begin to itch uncontrollably as they pass over one of the sealed ends. Itchy to split open the thin plastic coating separating her from a lucious, sugary confection.   
The moment of unveiling has come at last. Her phalanges shake as she grasps a sealed end and arduously pull the plastic apart. The first wave of sweet smell crashes over her nasal receptors like a hurricane making land fall. The soft vanilla smell slightly over powers the sickly sweet cakey smell, a small scent of heaven. Pure bliss sails across her face as if she were sinking into a hot bubbly Jacuzzi after a long strenuous day.
Without ceremony she rips the rest of the film like a silken cocoon encasing a newly formed butterfly from the Twinkie. The consumer’s eyes feast on the golden sight.  The porous skin feels slightly squishy as she picks it up to get a better whiff of that intoxicating perfume.
Now comes the moment of truth, the eater raises the Twinkie level with her ear and breaks it in half. A great popping sound like cracking knuckles echoes through the canals of her ear. A sweet melody played for the ears alone. The lucious creamy filling was now exposed to the world. Her fingers sticky from the shell of the Twinkie were wiped on the leg of her jeans.
After inhaling the aroma and admiring the confection’s perfectly tanned skin for a few more minutes the consumer detaches a small piece with her lips. She lets out a great moan of delight as it starts to melt in her mouth. The taste was everything she expected in the sugary treat and more.
By this time you can hear the Twinkie screaming for the eater to get this over with, but she slows down to savor it even more now that the first piece has crossed the threshold of her digestive track.  The sweet sticky mass slowly slips down her tongue to her throat and the saliva pools in her mouth as she anticipates the next mind-blowing bite of this God-like pastry.
She licks the white innards and sends it everywhere. Carefully wiping the small dot of crème off her nose, she laps at her finger like a cat to milk and opens her mouth for the next bite. Her brain is sending off shocks of pleasure, lust, greed, want for fulfillment, and she gives in as her mind cries out for more, it must have more! The eater’s mouth finally closes around the broken half of the Twinkie in her left hand. Her eyes roll back into her head as the lump slowly passes her gums. The consumer’s stomach churns for that delectable morsel. She can’t help herself as she stares at that stunning ambrosia sitting in her hand disguised as a mere Twinkie. TWINKIE!!!!!!
Her breath quickens as she looks at it and cannot contain herself. “Stop mocking me!” She screams at the tauntingly sumptuous confection. The eater nearly devours her left hand in an attempt to sweep up the last morsels. Her eyes fall on her right hand.
Out of nowhere another hand reaches out stealing the culinary delight and shoves it in another mouth. The erstwhile consumer looks from her hand into the face of her Twinkie thief with a look of disbelief, despair, and disappointment. In a small pitiful voice she proclaims, “You ate my Twinkie.” (Sniffle, sniffle)