Just like any combat athlete, the Dindu warrior goes into battle with his opponent, the body-armored "poleese," with a body rigorously conditioned through training, like banking old ladies at Saint Dominic's church, and stealing your brutha's baby's fatha's weed while he's laid up with Mamma.
But a warrior is more than his training. He literaly is what he consumes. So here you go, Yo, if yo want to sign up for White Daddy Soros' Black Lives Matter Brigade, "fuel the fuck up" on the top ten Dindu field rations:
#10: Steel reserve malt liquor
#9: Newport menthol filter kings
#8: Blunt of weed, made with Dutch Masters flavored cigars
#7: Fruit flavored soda pop, Sunny Delight orange-flavored drink or grape Kool Aid
#6: Pop Tarts
#5: Snack Cakes—Little Debbie's Sweet white ass being the preferred brand
#4: Butterfinger or Snickers candy bars
#3: Honey Nut Cheerios
#2: Steamed skrimps
#1: Ramen Noodles
This is Webone Shoop, your source for militant outfitting advice for the coming Dark Age—en I mean that shit literal.
Thriving in Bad Places
How do they not die from lack of vitamins and protein?
In North Dindustan, you can add Chocolate Milk and Better Made Spicy BBQ Chips. That is the preferred breakfast of North Dindustan athletes.
"...How do they not die from lack of vitamins and protein?..."
School lunch program.