The strong hot sauce sat in the back of the pantry for many a day, watching its kin go out and make great dishes. He blocked his envy, trying to stay happy, but every day that goes by just makes the Sauce madder and madder, Its decent into insanity hastened by the arrival of more bottles of hot sauce. Now a wild beast of the dark recesses of the pantry that's nearing its expiration, the Sauce shall cry itself to sleep tonight knowing, its use will not come.