The full catalog — wearables you can wear, unwearables you can't.
The starter fit. Big Tung Tung Tung Sahur front print, soft as a 3am nap. Wear it anywhere and field exactly zero awkward questions.
480gsm brushed fleece with a fat embroidered TUNG³ chest hit. Cozy enough to fast in, heavy enough to survive the cookout.
Six-panel dad cap that reads CERTIFIED BRAINROT across the front, in case anyone briefly forgot.
Boxy heavyweight cotton. Tiny log on the chest, enormous log on the back. If you know, you know.
For the ones who answer the call. Bat graphic runs down the sleeve, ribbed cuffs, built for dawn missions.
Breathable mesh shorts for sprinting away from your responsibilities at first light. Drawcord, deep pockets, zero shame.
A shirt so loud it violates three noise ordinances. All-over print, tag included. Do not wear to a funeral, a job interview, or past 9pm.
Every square inch is Tung Tung Tung Sahur's face. Every. Inch. Your therapist will be hearing about this one.
Hawaiian-cut button-up printed with 400 tiny bats. Wear it once and you will, by law, be asked to man the grill.
Two collars. No reason. Ships with a built-in popped collar you physically cannot un-pop. Society is not ready.
The tag is on the OUTSIDE. On purpose. It is enormous. It itches your soul, not your neck. A statement nobody asked for.
A head-to-toe wooden-log costume with a foam bat. The final boss of unwearable. Restocks only when Tung allows it.