Morgue, and you'll have to excuse me while I take a moment to poke Raoul with a stick, because I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to miss what happens next. "Hey! What on earEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" For yes, gentle reader, Doctor Corman has summoned Darling Sammy to examine this never-named hamlet's latest mysterious fatality, which happens to be that of a former fattie who got a gastric bypass to drop his weight from "Dugong" to "Human-Appropriate." However, for whatever reason -- and as his now-bloated carcass attests -- "Lester Fitch," here, decided last night to go on a Twinkie binge, stuffing his gut until "he blew out the band around his stomach," after which he resorted to "jam[ming] the cakes down his gullet with a toilet brush," and... "EEEEEEEEEEEEE! [Thunk!]" Yep -- we've lost Raoul again, I'm afraid. "Glalalalalalaalallalalalllaalalalah!" Let me take another moment to shove a wallet into that gaping maw of his so he doesn't choke on his own tongue.