"Dude, after two motherfuckin' sweeps of nothin' but bullshit alchemy food, real food is a motherfuckin' knockout." He took a few of the chips he'd made and took a bite of them in a stack, then smirked, pushing the whole pile of them onto a blanket that he pulled from his sylladex. He then took the can, and read the code for that, and made a few cans to start putting them in. "You like soda, motherfucker? Got some faygo in my sylladex. Got redpop, purple shit, citrus, you name it." He started to put the chips into the cans, making sure they were capped before captchaloguing them.