When I was lived in a dormitory I used to brew up ramen in a mini coffee maker. It honestly wasn't great ramen, but better than eating the dry ramen brick with the seasoning packet sprinkled on top.

Fortunately for me the coffee pot ramen phase was fairly short lived (as was the mini coffee maker!) Nowadays I take my ramen fairly seriously, though I don't know how authentic it is to put leftover chicken or what-have-you.

First thing my eyes see is the color yellow. Giant droopy tits and a knee-length skirt reaching out to grab a star they would bump their head on if they walk forward a couple steps... On top of that... Body?! Standing on top of bodies... American children are able to reach the stars by standing upon a mound of dead people. Clever as shit.