Sounds kind of like a recipe for a Margaruito.
It appears to be hormones or duct tape.Odd choices.
Have to think of Bay.
When I met DW, she was living on Murphy Street. When we got married & had our kids, we moved to Murphy Canyon. Murphy might be my Fairy Godfather (because of course, expecting a Fairy Godmother would be wrong).
Define Murphy's Law.
It is that whatever can happen, will happen.