Sometimes you cant quite describe your hunger… not in a way that western civilization would understand. The hunger is a bit deeper, gnawing at your sense of self, causing your inner-child to growl a little.

Now, don't get us wrong, we're not advocating the consumption of said corn-wrapped-surprise, just that you should consider the act of consumption, and what it says about you and society in general. How does it make you feel... on the inside?