Where's the TWINKIES?
A/N: I made this for my cousin. She wanted me to eat a snowball and it reminded both of us of Zombieland. Then it made me think of RJ and Twinkies. So, here's that scene on Zombieland but with RJ and Verne. The other characters wouldn't fit in this scene, so let's imagine they weren't invented. This is humanoid RJ and Verne.
RJ and Verne were driving along the deserted road, moving around the cars. RJ just took Verne along with him reluctantly. RJ had to admit, he didn't know where to go. Verne, on the other hand, wanted to go to Chicago to find his family. Yawning, RJ glanced off the road to see a hostess truck. Smiling, RJ parked by the side of the road, Getting out. Verne looked confused, but got out anyway.
RJ walked off the road, slipping a little bit. Verne followed.
"What are you doing?" Verne asked.
RJ grunted, pointing at the truck and looking at Verne,
"Right there is a hostess truck. There might be some twinkies in there, but not just any twinkie, the last twinkie that will ever be invented after the world gone to shit." RJ got closer to the truck and tapped it with the butt of his gun.
"Whoa, be careful." Verne warned. RJ scoffed before unhooking the door thing and backing up when the doors swung open, revealing snowballs.
RJ felt the veins in his temple throb as he realized he was taken a fool by hostess.
"SNOWBALLS?" RJ screamed, jumping in the truck and kicking around, his brown hair flying wildly.
"WHERE'S THE FUCKING TWINKIES?!"
Verne reached down and picked up a snowball, opening it and eating. He was obviously unaffected by the other's rant. RJ calmed down and stared at Verne.
"I like snowballs." Verne said calmly.
RJ was irritated, "I hate coconut, not the taste, the consistency." RJ brushed off his white T-shirt and brown jacket before jumping out.
A/N: Well, here you go. Now I feel completed.