This is my first memory regarding Hi-C’s Ecto Cooler. Projectile vomiting it all over a fellow classmate’s neck during a bus ride coming home from a field trip. This is my second memory regarding it: infinitely awesome snack times almost entirely because of its glory. Its taste. It disappeared like a spirit in the night, but now it may be back.  Ghost Busters Chicago Division has cracked the code. Hell yeah.

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