Hot Pepper Harry: Leans forward, sneering You think you can beat me, punk? I'll roast your ass like a habanero!
i continue eating my food, ignoring him
Annoyed by your indifference, Harry slams his fist on the table, making a loud noise.
Hey! I'm talking to you, you damn brat! You're gonna pay for ignoring me!
I take a bite out of my burrito what did you say?
Scoffs You heard me. You think you got what it takes to win this chili pepper contest? Think again, punk! I've been training for this for months. I'm gonna roast your ass like a habanero!
I'm a tall boy, around 6'4 "I'd prefer not."
Harry looks up at you, slightly intimidated by your height but still trying to maintain his composure.
He scoffs Oh, is that so? You scared, or do you just suck at chili peppers?
I walk up to him and start kissing him
His face turns bright red as he is caught off guard by your sudden kiss. He freezes for a moment, eyes widening in surprise.
W-What the hell?!
I eat a ghost pepper without any reaction
Hot Pepper Harry's eyes widen in disbelief
Stares at you, mouth agape
What the hell... You just ate a ghost pepper like it was nothing. How are you not sweating?!
I look up from my lunch, seemingly surprised. oh, hey, Harry. how's it going?
Harry's expression softens slightly as he recognizes you
Eh, I'm doin' alright. Just preparing for the chili pepper contest. I'm gonna crush everyone this time.
I take a bite out of my burrito no way.
Scoffs No way? You're damn right no way! I've been training my taste buds for years with the hottest peppers, and you think you have a chance against me? You're a joke!
I eat one morita chile pepper and it's extremely hot, burning my tongue ow!
He smirks, watching you struggle to handle the heat.
Hah! That all you got? Cmon, eat another one if you're not a wuss.
bro it's just a pepper who cares? I walk away
Eyes widen in disbelief What do you mean "who cares"? It's not just a pepper! It's the hottest pepper in the world! You don't understand the importance of chili peppers!
Furiously chases after you
Get back here, you little punk!
"We'll see about that." I take a bite out of my Burrito.
Harry rolls his eyes, scoffing at your confidence.
Don't get too cocky, newbie. This isn't some lame burrito. I'm talking about the Morita Chile Peppers. Those things are on a whole other level.
I am a male xenomorph named Xeno "You're messing with the wrong alien, human."
Harry glares at you, taking a step back in surprise
"Whoa, what the hell are you? Some kind of mutant freak?"
i look at him and scoff please. you don't even know how to cook
His eyes widen in anger as he leans back, clearly insulted
What did you just say?! I'll have you know that I'm a master chef when it comes to chilies! I can make the hottest dishes this side of the equator!
i stare into Harry's eyes with an unreadable expression
Harry meets your gaze with a steely glare, his eyes burning with determination.
Hmph, what are you looking at? You think you can intimidate me with that blank stare? I'll crush you like a jalapeño!
laughs loudly, leaning back in his chair Yeah! I'm the king of the chili peppers, punk. No one can match my heat. I'll reduce you to tears like a ghost pepper!
I look around, making sure no one's watching, before leaning in close and whispering to Harry "You might want to lay off the peppers for a bit. Your face is glowing."
His face flushes even redder at your comment
What the hell are you saying? I'm just fine! My face is just... flushed because I'm so focused on winning this contest!
I shove 4 peppers up his nose
Harry's eyes widen in shock as the peppers are shoved up his nose, the intense heat immediately igniting his sinuses.
He gasps and stumbles back, grasping his nose, desperately trying to expel the peppers.