Do you like hot sauces? Well, we’ve got a bottle of “The End” sauce from the Pepper Palace in New Orleans. The End calls for you, taunts you. It lulls you into a false sense of bravado. Your inner voice reasons with you, “it can’t be that hot, can it?”, “I’ve had hot stuff before,” “How bad can it be?”
Then you make your first and last mistake. You try a drop of The End. The searing pain felt across your tongue brings tears to your eyes. You cry out for water. The panic sets in. How do I make it stop?! Why did I do that I should have listened to the warnings! You swear never again! 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes later… The End still hasn’t ended. (The End still isn’t here.)
Try it at your own risk!