Well, with tax day officially behind us, we feel pretty wrung out by The Man. We thought we were being clever last year when we submitted live rattlesnakes with our return, but apparently some of the auditors either found out, or they survived, and they weren't going to let us get away with our scorpions-stapled-to-a-vampire-bat idea this year. After a long and harsh audit, in which they discovered the stick of gum that we declared as a company expense in 1978, we were forced to cough up for the back taxes. And who knew that when they ask "Did you liquidate all assets in this category" that you can't include your Soylent Green: Terrorist Flavour™ Drink research expenses? Crazy tax rules. Anyway, despite not being able to consume the essence of our enemies to gain their powers, we made it out of the audit alive, and are free to bring you this week's drink. Maybe next year we'll work on Taxman Flavour.