Mr. Fish: Oooh, the mummy's never tasted anything so good in 2000 years! Well when your insides are vacuumed clean, your dead body wrapped in toilet paper, and the only thing you've had to eat for two milleniums is tomb maggots, a Twinkie is going to taste pretty fucking good. That's like when I got out of prison for robbing that algae chip factory and humped a fat hooker. All I did was cry, pull up my pants, and apologize, but take it from me, at the time, it was the best sex I've ever had. I think you call it some word like "depravity-enhanced-stimuli" or "relativity" or some shit, but I'm a fish, not a goddamn bookstore manager. Luke Cage: Sweet Christmas! With treats this good, who needs Canada? (Luke Cage is an idiot. -Editor) Dr. Doom: Leaving an unkillable mummy with a supply of foods that are known to grant fantastic healing powers is a wise plan. As is giving it a chainsaw and releasing it in an orphanage where the children are painted like small trees. Forgive Doom's sarcasm, he admits the influence of Mr. Fish, and yet demands you recognize that Doom's comedic emulation is without equal. Seanbaby: Robin, if you carry around a Special Mummy Ray Gun in your panties, it better fucking work on mummies. FAST FACT: This was the very first Hostess Ad, making it an important icon in the history of insanity.