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Siracha makes anything more edible - theoretically.


“Why is there only a bottle of Siracha in the survival rations?”

“Because the people who packed it assumed that anyone needing it would be able to live off the land. And Siracha, as it says on the lable, makes anything more edible.”

“But I’m allergic and this landscape is entirely poisonous.”

“We shall write a scathing letter to the company the minute we get out of this mess. Pay attention, would you? I’m trying to build a Siracha-powered jetpack.”

“…it’s always jetpacks with you…”

“You’d rather walk?”

“Here’s the sauce.”

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