Well, maybe. I try my best. [ No he doesn't. ]

[ He heads into Mick's living room and sets the beer and boxes of wings on the coffee table. ]

The guy at the corner store said these were the hottest wings you can get in Heropa, and he made me sign a waiver before I could buy them, so I hope they're up to your standards.

[ He has another box of wings of a significantly saner heat level for himself, the two boxes labeled very clearly so as not to mix their contents up. ]