Popcorn and water, so I have something to choke on and another to reverse it. Don't eat a lot of candy. My skin is a demanding mistress and will fucking attack me with a stick if I eat anything remotely brilliant. And c'mon...! Our bodies are sacred temples full of tapestries and statues, and sugared interlopers are its bain. They rip the tapestries! Bash away the statues! Do nasty things in the pots of health, and then break them, like a common hero in green. Don't even get me started on salt. Salt drives monster trucks through the holy rose quartz courtyard like Muscle Man.