sevenapples.livejournal.comFletcher's back! And he made the magic thing that made our protein bricks into a magic thing that makes Twinkies. Now we get to eat fatty, possibly-radioactive Hostess snacks until everyone on the station is fatter than Jabba the Hutt.
Horo will respond, of course, by trying to grow more vegetables. Feel free to wonder, as Horo and I both are, how the station will gets its alcohol from Twinkies now. Especially since the only guy on the ship who could make it without magic is now dead.