For the modly King, gigantic cages and plenty of poking sticks.
Mister Cast Away, I give to you five poor, semi-literate Mexican peasents.
For Teebo, a mariachi band that has the best Mexican version of "Hotel California", a lice-infested shawl of an elderly Mexico City woman named Guadalupe, Jamal and Hector Guerrero, Ted, Chen Wong, and Rey Mysterior Sr., El Hermanos Super, a talking ferret named Jose, and a nacho sombrero.
For the Grand Salami, a gallon of chipotle salsa, three cases of cervesa, six golden bottles of tequila, twelve 8-pound bags of deep fried corn tortillas, and two decks of "Visit Mexico City" playing cards.
Zed, I'm in the process of getting Mayan and Aztec gold, but in all likelihood, you'll get cursed.
For teh Shoe, a Mexican re-dub of "Come on Down"
And for Tom, a midget with a head wound, so your beverages rest snugly in a depression in his skull, and another dead midget, stuffed full of LSD.