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That can't be true.

Phix knows so many kids 'n teens she'd know 'em all....

Jabberwonky wrote:That can't be true.

Phix knows so many kids 'n teens she'd know 'em all....

Hey... as long as she hasn't EATEN them all we're OK...

scantrontb wrote:

Jabberwonky wrote:That can't be true.

Phix knows so many kids 'n teens she'd know 'em all....

Hey... as long as she hasn't EATEN them all we're OK...

I would hate to be near her if she did, the indigestion would be horrible.

Mark N wrote:the indigestion would be horrible.

Especially with the poison and electric types. Although, eating a psychic type might have interesting effects...

If Pikachu qualifies as an appetizer does that make Pichu an hors d'oeuvre?

shadowinthelight wrote:If Pikachu qualifies as an appetizer does that make Pichu an hors d'oeuvre?

Of course not! It's complicated, because it's a Macho Pichu -- more than just one bite. And, they bite back!

shadowinthelight wrote:If Pikachu qualifies as an appetizer does that make Pichu an hors d'oeuvre?

For someone Phix's size? Yeah, it'd take a few just to start her out.

Atomic wrote:Of course not! It's complicated, because it's a Macho Pichu -- more than just one bite. And, they bite back!

The Macho Pichu are filled with Ghost Pepper stuffing. Finish the order and they're free!

Jabberwonky wrote:That can't be true.

Phix knows so many kids 'n teens she'd know 'em all....

Well, she might know them all, but she's being reasonable by not expecting the average human to keep them all straight.

shadowinthelight wrote:Especially with the poison and electric types.

"I puke you, Pikachu!"

Atomic wrote:The Macho Pichu are filled with Ghost Pepper stuffing. Finish the order and they're free!

Wow, does that being back memories!

San Mateo, California. The Prince of Wales pub. "The World's Hottest Hamburger". A quarter-inch layer of "red relish" which is 99% stewed savina pepper. Signing a hold-harmless waiver before being allowed to buy one. Acknowledging that if I finished the burger, I would receive a second one for free, if I wanted it.

Did finish it. Didn't want another. Still don't. Wow... pain, pain, PAIN! Hottest thing I have ever eaten... only the oily fries, and an immediate trip to the Dairy Queen down the street for emergency ice cream, staved off the spontaneous human combustion. The aftermath... well, the co-worker who instigated the visit did warn us that "in about six hours, you will have a religious experience" and he wasn't kidding.

Ghost pepper... >>shudder<<. Even an insane chile-head like me, has to think twice about that one. I've seen the YouTube selfie of a British guy who tried to eat one on a dare....

EDIT: The Ghost Pepper Challenge. No, I don't think I'll try it.

In "Grrl Power" one of the hot sauces that actually impress Sydney (Scoville), whose reaction to a bottle of Tabasco is "Maybe if I wanted a nice cool drink," is called "Ring of Fire", and the label of another shows a masked dominatrix with a barbed strap-on.

Fairportfan wrote:In "Grrl Power" one of the hot sauces that actually impress Sydney (Scoville), whose reaction to a bottle of Tabasco is "Maybe if I wanted a nice cool drink," is called "Ring of Fire", and the label of another shows a masked dominatrix with a barbed strap-on.

Don't forget. it made the owner of the Thai restaurant she was eating in to think that he was going to jail (for killing a customer with this food).
Spoiler: She was fine

Fairportfan wrote:In "Grrl Power" one of the hot sauces that actually impress Sydney (Scoville), whose reaction to a bottle of Tabasco is "Maybe if I wanted a nice cool drink," is called "Ring of Fire", and the label of another shows a masked dominatrix with a barbed strap-on.

yup... the "Ring of Fire" bottle had the caption "it'll make you feel like the prettiest boy in prison", the masked dominatrix on the "Masochism: I'll make you cry" bottle had Sydney commenting about the "nice packaging" and the third one she tried, Volcano Blood, had legal warnings.. "you literally might die, consult your physician"

Dave wrote:Did finish it. Didn't want another. Still don't. Wow... pain, pain, PAIN! Hottest thing I have ever eaten... only the oily fries, and an immediate trip to the Dairy Queen down the street for emergency ice cream, staved off the spontaneous human combustion. The aftermath... well, the co-worker who instigated the visit did warn us that "in about six hours, you will have a religious experience" and he wasn't kidding.

Heh, that almost exactly mirrors a joke my dad told of the gringo at the Mexican restaurant. It ended in the restroom with the shouting of "Come on, ice cream!".

This thread reminds me of something . . .

From Zelazny's Trumps of Doom:

"You seem to lack something of the proper spirit," [the sphinx] observed. "But here it is: I rise in flame from the earth. The wind assails me and waters lash me. Soon I will oversee all things."
I waited. Perhaps a minute passed.
"Well?" the sphinx finally said.
"Well what?"
"Have you the answer?"
"To what?"
"The riddle, of course!"
"I was waiting. There was no question, only a series of statements. I can't answer a question if I don't know what it is."
"It's a time-honored format. The interrogative is implied by the context. Obviously, the question is, `What am I?"'
"It could just as easily be, `Who is buried in Grant's tomb?' But okay. What is it? The phoenix, of course, nested upon the earth; rising in flames above it, passing through the air, the clouds, to a great height--"
"Wrong."
It smiled and began to slit.
"Hold on," I said. "It is not wrong. It fits. It may not be the answer you want, but it is an answer that meets the requirements."
It shook its head. "I am the final authority on these answers. I do the defining."
"Then you cheat."
"I do not!"
"I drink off half the contents of a flask. Does that make it half full or half empty?"
"Either. Both."
"Exactly. Same thing. If more than one answer fits, you have to buy them all. It's like waves and particles."
"I don't like that approach," it stated. "It would open all sorts of doors to ambiguity. It could spoil the riddling business."
"Not my fault," I said, clenching and unclenching my hands.
"But you do raise an interesting point."
I nodded vigorously.
"But there should only be one correct answer."
I shrugged.
"We inhabit a less than ideal world," I suggested.
"Hm."
"We could just call it a tie," I offered. "Nobody wins, nobody loses."
"I find that esthetically displeasing."
"It works okay in lots of other games."
"Also, I've grown a bit hungry."
"The truth surfaces."
"But I am not unfair. I serve the truth, in my fashion. Your mention of a tie raises the possibility of a solution."
"Good. I'm glad you see things--'
"That being a tie breaker. Ask me your riddle."
"This is silly," I said. "I don't have any riddles."
"Then you'd better come up with one fast. Because it's the only way out of our deadlock--that, or I judge you the loser."
I swung my arms and did a few deep kneebends. My body felt as if it were afire. It also felt stronger.
"Okay," I said. "Okay. Just a second."
What the hell . . .
"What's green and red and goes round and round and round?"
The sphinx blinked twice, then furrowed its brow. I used the time that followed for some more deep breathing and some running in place. The fires subsided, my head grew clearer, my pulse steadied . . .
"Well?" I said some minutes later.
"I'm thinking."
"Take your time."
I did a little shadowboxing. Did some isometrics, too. The sky had darkened a bit more and a few stars were now visible off to my right.
"Uh, I hate to rush you," I said, "but--"
The sphinx snorted. "I'm still thinking."
"Maybe we should set a time limit."
"It shouldn't be much longer."
"Mind if I rest?"
"Go ahead."
I stretched out on the sand and closed my eyes, muttering a guard word to Frakir before I slept.
I woke with a shiver, light in my eyes and a breeze upon my face. It took me several moments to realize that it was morning. The sky was brightening to my left, stars were fading to my right. I was thirsty. Hungry, too.
I rubbed my eyes. I got to my feet. I located my comb and ran it through my hair. I regarded the sphinx.
". . . and goes round and round and round," it muttered.
I cleared my throat. No reaction. The beast was staring past me. I wondered whether I might simply be able to slip off...
No. The gaze shifted to me.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully. There was a brief gnashing of teeth.
"AlI right," I said, "you've taken a lot longer than I did. If you haven't got it by now I don't care to play any longer."
"I don't like your riddle," it said at last.
"Sorry."
"What is the answer?"
"You're giving up?"
"I must: What is the answer?"
. . .
I turned and faced the slope to my right.
"Waitl"
"What?" I asked.
"Your riddle," it stated. "I've given you the answer to mine. You must now tell me what it is that is green and red and goes round and round and round."
I glanced downward, scanned the ground. Oh, yes, there it was-my dumbbell-shaped stone. I took several steps and stood beside it.
"A frog in a Cuisinart," I said.