Thanks! Yeah thanks for not squirting that hot sauce all over my meal. It would surely set my mouth on fire, every little bud burning, burning, burning, like a speck of oil on a griddle. I hear the grease sizzling. Smells of hot cholesterol and clogged veins. Hot Dogs, hamburgers, barbeque–I love them all! The trumpet in the background speaks of smoke-filled bars, the scent of Hops, bar stools lined with sleek women and debonair gents.