Bottled processed murky sphinctal juices blended with artificial colors and a hint of mottled bull urine.
Ferdinand believed Fedorade was quenching his thirst after a fine round of croquet, until he felt something almost organic slide down his throat. This was quickly followed by a quick burst of energy and the strong desire to fornicate with livestock. He sat down and rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully.
A special concoction that gives thee drinker the strengths and abilities of Fedor himself. Usually consumed before performing a feat that would normally be deemed impossible.
Yo, didn't think Homeboy had it in 'em. Must have had a glass of Fedorade.