Fear and loathing on night shift.

We had two boxes of red bulls, seventy-five oz of cold brew coffee, five cartons of black coffee, a salt shaker half full of colombian, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored monsters, celsius, NOSs, C4s... and also a box of zyns, a bag of dip, a case of energy shots, a pint of raw caffeine and two dozen Starbucks orders.

Not that we needed all that for the shift, but once you get locked into a serious caffeine collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.