Poor Donuts.

Can I just say... Have you ever seen a donut? I always pity those things. They look so damn normal but you find they're not a whole. This huge chunk in the middle's ripped right out in a perfect circle and there's not a damn thing any of them could do about it. Well, I feel like a donut right now, all hollow and missing some important piece, friend. I'm missing a little extra to fill me up good and proper, a nice warm round pastry without empty insides. And I'm not asking for much, really I'm not. Just a bit of sustenance, sustenance of any filling kind... Be a dear and help me with a dozen of those forever-gutted baked goods, I... I just want to help.