I remember a time when I could drink this stuff without thinking about it.
Back in my inventory-counting days, I made the mistake of finishing off a 20-ounce Dew during a road trip to Panama City. We stopped about halfway and I grabbed a 1-liter, killing it by the time we got to the Target parking lot.
Mistake!! My eyes were vibrating, my stomach ready to rebel and send that bubbly soda right back up.
These days, it only takes a few ounces of this antifreeze-looking stuff to make me start feeling ill. At least it looks cool when you add a million-candlepower floodlight!