sugar cream pie brigade reports for duty just as the wind brings the sun upon the hilltop they will give their lives to humiliate the enemy this is a battle of moral attrition of attritious morale they do not wear those big squeaky shoes for nothing they are the sounds of approaching defeat of rising blood sugar a diabetic foe buried in piles of mangled crust slipping in mountains of whipped cream even their tears of the sweetest ambrosia