Sacred Haven of Debauchery

>with great pleasure, he drenched himself in soup.

I imagined Revan taking a pot of soup out of the refrigerator, going outside with it, lifting it above his head, and starting to pour it over himself. The meat broth runs down his bare torso and into his pants, the noodles get stuck on his shoulders and in his hair. When the contents of the pot are finished, he starts shaking his hair from side to side, and droplets of broth fly around. Mmm.