I lived somehow in a shelter and among all the other neighbors were (m)am and (d)ocha, and they loved to scream (really roar on the edge) from room to kitchen through all the corridors:
M: What did I tell you? Let’s clean up now!
D: Mom, I’ve gotten it all and gotten it in the shell!
Q: What about the tobacco? Epto...
D is broken! Ma...
Yippidy yi yi yippity yay. This... WILISAPED put behind the calidOR! Outside the wall, you can’t fuck! I will throw my mouse out!
That daddy!
M is?! to
D is P.
Scalper is ungrateful. I’m there, fuck, I’m talking. Go clean up here quickly!

Years have passed, but I can’t forget. And "pop-food" was the first time I heard of them.