crossover_chick | Wait, Wait, Now There Are Twinkies

Sorry, I just came up with this one:
Victor: (coming over to Doc and Simon with a pad of paper) I'm worried, Doc. It's getting crowded in there, we all know that. And all the data points to something big on the horizon.
Simon: What do you mean, big?
Victor: Er -- Well, let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. Based on this morning's sample, it would be a Twinkie... t-thirty-five feet long, weighing approximately s-six hundred pounds.
Doc: (horrified) Great Scott.
Simon: (also horrified) That's a big Twinkie.
Victor: (nods, starts eating the Twinkie)
Marty: (comes downstairs) So, how's the grid holding up?
Victor: (finishing his bite) Not well, I'm afraid.
Simon: Tell him about the Twinkie.
Marty: Are we out AGAIN?! Jesus, Victor, you eat them faster than we can buy them!
Victor: This has nothing to do with actual Twinkies -- though, um, we are out.
Marty: Do you have a stomach or a black hole in there?
Doc: (frustrated) The psychokinetic Twinkie!
Marty: (thoroughly baffled) The -- are we dealing with possessed Twinkies now?