Starving yourself just to keep a full-time job is quite literally like locking the horse to the cart until it dies of hunger. Tricking your body into thinking it is dying every week would be excessive even if you were curing cancer, never mind flogging $15 chewable coffee cubes. Did digestive systems kill George Woo's parents? Did Jabba The Hutt toss them into a Sarlacc pit?
Woo descends the Starvepole to the Starvecave -- the Greengrocer has returned to Gotham!
Thirty-six hours is a lot longer than an average workday, even in Silicon Valley, so staff are encouraged to not give in to the hunger pangs even after they go home. They get around this monstrous illegality by breezily declaring they "adopted it as part of the company culture" and that sound you heard was every worker-compensation lawyer in the world's ears pricking up. Workplace politics shouldn't include measures that would get a prison warden arrested. When the mold in your ventilation shafts is eating more than your staff on a workday, it's time to seriously rethink your company culture.
The next generation of interns disrupts survival mechanisms by self-starting photosynthesis.