AN: I'm amazed I haven't seen anyone do this before. Anyway, The Doctor doesn't like immortals, so I think he'd really hate these...
It was wrong. So very, very wrong. An object fixed in time, preserved in a single moment for all of eternity. Never aging, never changing, never decaying... Immortal. It was a slap in the face to time, to the very fabric of reality, and it made The Doctor's stomach churn.
Everything was supposed to be subject to the ravages of time. Everything. He felt ill just looking at that little abomination sitting there on the shelf, happily defying the universal law as it stared back out at him from within its cellophane wrapper. Every one of The Doctor's instincts screamed that it should not exist and it certainly shouldn't be considered a snack food. Humans, he knew, were a resilient and truly amazing lot, but how they could stand to eat that- That disgusting thing and enjoy it was simply beyond comprehension.
The Doctor gave the Twinkie one last uneasy glare, then turned on his heel, hurrying away from the pantry as fast as he could.
AN: I once saw someone eat a Twinkie that had been sitting unwrapped and unprotected on top of a computer in my high school's comp. sci. room for at least six years. To my knowledge, that person is still alive. The moral of this story is that Twinkies are not food. They're an imperishable, inorganic, petroleum-based product with no nutritional value whatsoever.