You record Snack Attack!
You drink soda after soda, absorbing the pure tweak, the caffeine rush that so powerfully affects Mollkins. Snack Attack are far from good. They suck! You have to try to make this crap sound right, you are going to be more soda! You consume twelve of them during the evening session. Your heart is beaten hard fast and illregular. This leads to a heart attack. You die at the controls, recording a shitty band.
