I'm a jar of Minor Threat hot sauce. I'm made of a rare, mild breed of habaneros grown exclusively for Wheelhouse Pickles. I draw my inspiration from the legendary West Indies' mustard- and mango-based habanero sauces, only I mysteriously priviledge the pepper's fruitiness over its notoriously overwhelming heat.
I take your sandwiches, grilled meats, corn chips or even eggs to the next level.
I can't really move or even think for that matter, but I couldn't care less. I'm Ian MacKaye approved, thus punk as fuck.
Thank you.