Phil snorts “it’s not like this shit’s real, anyway.” He rolls his eyes a little, rummaging through the jars. “Huh, this one looks like a boar.” He pulls out the semi-opaque glass, intrigued by the image that closely resembles the Fighting Boar - his university’s mascot. Opening it, he takes a whiff. “Whew! This stuff is RANK!” Grimacing, he decides to smear just a bit on his left foot, as far from his nose as possible. Dipping his fingers into the jar, Phil massages a hefty glop of the stuff into the skin around his ankle, working his way down until his toes are gleaming with the grease. Leaning back, he raises his hands, only just realizing he used both to rub the goo over his foot. He shrugs, “might as well go ‘whole hog’ now, huh?” Giggling at his pun, he dips out another dollop and smears it over his right foot, rubbing in the excess up to his knees on both legs.