These five guys came to us one night several years ago with what was the first of many orders of noodles and rice from the Chinese place down the street. Usually we just tell ask the guy at the restaurant for some spicy mustard and tell him to keep the rest since we never have used duck sauce and seem to constantly have a gallon sized container of soy in the fridge. By now we've got the condiment dance down pat and we take only what we use, rendering these five with little other company than the (thankfully) equally ignored bottle of Pepto. We keep them with the delusional hopes that one day we will come across a gustatory scenario that would be perfect if we just had some strange gelatinous orange sauce lurking. We'll be ready.