Would hit the spot right about now.
Granted, it’s fucking raw
Granted. It’s as spicy as a Coralina reaper, so you get to experience the burn twice.
I’ve literally eaten them for breakfast. Great salsa my brother made with them too.
I cried then and later.
Your proposal is acceptable to me.
You think this could be your new favorite dish as you taste the first few spoonfuls. With each bite the flavor becomes less and less pronounced. The last of the bowl seems to have no flavor at all. You take a drink and realize it tastes unfamiliar. Months later, after many hours visiting doctors, you discover the spice in the curry was made from a newly discovered pepper which caused a rare reaction in you, leaving you unable to taste savory foods for the rest of your life.
Granted, the bowl never empties and you have an endless hunger that only grows stronger the more you eat.
I didn’t even ask for it to be endless! The whole hunger thing though is not ideal.
Oh no, the monkey’s paw only grants cursed wishes based upon the sin my wish infringes upon? How foreign a concept.
Actually, no. Monkeys paw grants the wish as stated, but in a way you didn’t want. It’s not “your wish comes true, and also this terrible thing”, it’s “a terrible thing happens and, as a result, your wish comes true.”
Granted; but you find it odd that the chicken tastes funky, and you find your spouses ring inside
All of your utensils are dirty and your dish soap sprung a leak.
Granted. The chef accidentally knocked over his rack of hot sauces while cooking, and all of them mixed together on your chicken. No, the flavours don’t work well together. It’s spicy, but not actually tasty.
Oh, and it’s not free either. And given the cost of all the hot sauces…
