After pooling all of their collective resources, the ritualistic pact of mutual secretive stupidity is sealed.

Pure stalactite milk as a protein base, followed up by post-particalized instant noodles, a few assorted candies, nail polish, some straight Pepsi for sweetness and that adrenaline rush, stray pills, gum tablets, matches, and most importantly: a solitary drop of lemon extract as the final gut punch.