Each can is now their dinner until they’re all gone. What’s for dinner? Who knows? Could be chunky soup! Could be creamed corn. Could be pasta sauce. Don’t like it? Don’t be a little shit.
OP, if you want to be especially evil, discretely switch out a couple of those label-less cans for canned beetroots with the labels removed.
Oh sweet junior, looks like you have a big ol’ can of boiled beetroots for dinner tonight! Better eat them all or I’ll reheat them for your breakfast in the morning!
And that’s punishment? I’d keep removing labels if it meant I got more canned beets!
Found the serial killer
When I got married, a bunch of our friends gave us a big box of canned food with all the labels removed. They said something like “With marriage, you never know what each day will bring.”
For a very long time, we would open one can with dinner and do our best to eat it. A lot of times it would be a fruit or vegetable that worked as a side dish, so that worked out fine. But sometimes it would be like a big can of olives, tomato sauce, chicken broth, or other things that we’d have to put into a container and figure out a use for. It was actually pretty funny.
Guess who’s dinning surprise two consecutive weeks?
Kid: “wait, it’s been 6 weeks, I don’t remember that many cans”
Mom: evil grin
“Did I really rip the labels off a year’s supply of MREs?!”
“damn at least in Afghanistan I would have a cool rifle”
Better he did it with those than the birth control
Smarter would be to exchange the captions and see surprised faces
