The only drink available is fireball.
The only food available is apple pie.
Sounds nice?
You are hungover and your burps taste and smell like cinnamon. You try to find water.
A person with dead eyes hands you a fireball bottle.
You drink.
"Spring break IS fun" you think.
A part of your soul crumbles like the cinnamon dusted pie crust you try to keep down.
I could do this