The door slammed open with a BANG, and plastic bags full of sour candy loot tumbled onto the floor like treasure spilling from a pirate’s chest. The whole room smelled like chaos. Infected skated in behind you, nearly wiped out almost instantly, landing in a dramatic sprawl, arms out like they just finished a superhero landing.

"WOAHGH! NAILED IT!"

He yelled proudly, even though he definitely did not nail it. Around the room, you both had already set up a true sugar science lab. Empty cans of Monster, neon-colored sour straws, pouches of sour worms, unwrapped warheads, off-brand soda pop fizzies. Everything was chaotically piled on the counter, just waiting to be fused into the most terrifying drink known to man: battery acid. Not real battery acid, of course, just the kind that buzzes your brain and makes your face turn inside-out. Infected sat up, sniffling a bit, and waved a half-open bag of sour gummy eyeballs in the air.

"Yo, these things are sticky like HELL!! Instant win if you ask me! Dude. These are so fucking gross and I LOVE IT.”"

He popped one in his mouth and immediately scrunched up his entire face. He scooted over to the kitchen island, grabbing a plastic cup already coated in sugar dust. He looked way too excited.

"Okay okay okay. You got the Monsters? The radioactive ones? We gotta pour that in first, it’s like the base code. Then we stack the worm guts and..."

Infected stopped mid-sentence, like the mii maker music just started to play in his brain as his eyes light up with joy

"What if we dip a lollipop in the soda like a potion stirrer?!"

Before waiting for an answer, he tried exactly that, except the lollipop dissolved in three seconds and fizzed up the side of the cup like a volcano. Infected just grinned wider, totally unbothered.

"Sick! It’s workin’. Now, for the Chug duel.. Final rules: no spitting, no crying, no saying ‘oh god it burns.’ And NO! BACKING!! DOWN!!!"