>excuse, my dear waitress, but might I perchance take a gander at your hot sauce menu?

>…yes, “hot sauce menu.” That is what I inquired about.

>You… don’t… have one? Well, while that is truly disappointing for an establishment as esteemed as this, thankfully I always carry a choice selection of my rather vast collection with me at all times.

*loud SCRRRTCCHHing of velcro as a fanny pack is opened*

>Hmmm yes, let’s see… Perhaps some “Napalm Diarrhea” for this meal? No, I think the garlicy twinge of “Captain McGoober’s Ass-Ripping Lava Farter Sauce” would pair quite well with my entree. Or is it finally the day that “5 Alarm Anus Melting Hot Sauce” will make it’s debut…?

>Ah, the dilemmas of a connoisseur! Be that as it may; what are your IPA offerings, my sweet?