When I was in high school, I was the de facto stage manager for my high school's production of HAIR. I had two assistants - one of which was a girl who had an ongoing contest to see how many cans of Jolt she could drink in the course of an hour. Her record was eight. I spent most of act 1 of that particular night trying to stop her from setting fire to herself backstage.

Then an old roommate once tried to go to work at a weekend job after an all-night gaming session. Over the course of the day, in an effort to wake himself up, he consumed:

* An entire thermos of double-strength coffee he took to work with him
* THREE cans of Jolt
* TWO double espressos
* ONE AND A HALF pounds of chocolate-covered espresso beans

None of it had any effect until he was already clocked out and walking home. And then, all of the caffine he'd ingested over the preceeding eight hours hit him all at once.

I, of course, knew none of this. All I knew was that all of a sudden my 215-pound, freaky-tall, long-haired bear of a roommate was bursting through the door and was literally talking too fast to talk breath. He babbled an explanation about his caffine intake and mixed it in with a stream-of-consciousness monologue that went on for a full ninety seconds, then drew breath and GIGGLED for ninety seconds without stopping, then finally drew breath again and then weakly said "....I think I need to eat something." I promptly hid in my room for the entire rest of the night with a chair in front of the door.

All of this is to say: I think the notion that Loki invented Jolt makes ABSOLUTELY PERFECT SENSE.