Snacks from the Land of Woes: Part V (Wrath)

In Hell, there is a thick, swamp-like river called Styx. The wrathful, driven mad by its black stench and their own hatred, fight each other in in the sludge. I can only imagine that our next gastronomical endeavour would have had similar effects.

FIFTH CIRCLE OF HELL: YEO'S WHITE GOURD DRINK

We're over the rainbow now, folks. This is not good. Only horrors lie in this inauspicious little aluminum can.



Like all aluminum can drinks, it was hermetically sealed for our protection. Unlike most aluminum can drinks, "hermetically sealed for our protection" meant "to try to keep you from drinking it, you nitwits."



But sweet is good, right? Since when has sweet ever been bad?



We stand corrected! That is, we would, if the White Gourd Drink hadn't crippled us and frozen our faces into grotesque parodies of our former selves, to serve as a warning to others not to do as we have done.



The White Gourd Drink could not have been poured down the drain fast enough. It stung our noses and demanded the consuming of more Lobster Crisps to cleanse the palate. Still, cleansing was what we needed, because there was still more wading to do in this river. The water would grow sludgier, and the horrors would grow more tangible, as we entered the realm of GRASS JELLY DRINK.