The doughnut is talking to me.

[spookyevilone]

In the last.. two hours.. I've eaten exactly one bite of it and taken two sips of juice.

Donut: "Eat me."
Tum: "Fuck no."
Donut: "G'wan. You know you want me." *shakes little crumby tail enticingly*
Tum: "NUHUH! You are the enemy!"
Donut: "No! I'm a GOOD donut! Full of .. vitamins! Yes, vitamins! And.. carbs! You like carbs!"
Tum: "I HATE ALL FOOD!"
Donut: "But I'm not REALLY food.. I'm nutrition in a yummy package!"
Tum: "Bleh! No!"
Donut: *eyebrow waggles*
Tum: *makes a Mr. Yuk face*
Donut: "Mr. Mouth.. YOU want me, don't you?"
Mr. Mouth: "Of course!"
Tum: "YOU DO NOT! You shut your face!"
Mr. Mouth: "I beg your pardon! What a rude internal organ you are!"
Donut: "Don't listen to that crotchety old bile bag. Eat me!"
Tum: "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! DO. NOT. DARE! I will smite you! I will make you pay! I will fill you with ACID!"
Mr. Mouth: "Oh, I say! Is that any way to behave?!"
Donut: "It's clearly a barbarian organ. Eat me and viva la resistance!"
Tum: "I'll resistance you, you bastard! I RESIST FOOD!"

.. srsly. And the whole time, the inside of my cranium is screeching, "FUCK YOU ALL!"