Under the moon while you sit on a cliff, you inject a syringe of tofu right into your vein. Ahh, tofu. You’re addicted to it. You sneak out to the cliff at night to get your tofu fix, injecting it straight into your vein.

Eventually, your friends and family find you at the cliff, tripping on tofu. Each and every vein on your body is engorged, pulsating with the effects of tofu. Your friends try and take you home. “You cyan’t myake (みゃく) me!” You slur, suffering from the effects of the tofu. “None of you cyan myake me go home! You cyan’t myake me! Nyah!”