formed since 2013
screwed since 2015
Combine a pinch of joke, 6 fat tablespoons of irony, 9 cups of fantasy, and a few drops of reality (trust us, a few drops of this would be potent enough or else it would end up being too rancid to taste) on a cold table. Preheat the furnace. Fold the mustang juice in then give the mix a tight, hard and rhythmic whip. Pour in an equal part of sweat (preferably a human blend) then bash everything together with four strings to form cutthroat peaks. Display a wide array of vocal and/or physical abilities to ferment the batter (for instance, spoon feed a plastic baby while crying for the batter). Fermentation is complete once it starts bubbling vigorously. Drop it into the burning pit and let it bathe in madhouse temperature until it is on the brink of explosion. Glaze it with sparkles and slime.
murmur is best served hot.