While he is enjoying the fried goodness, he needs something to garnish his food right? What is better than hot sauce? Now, we all understand that he isn’t some punk, so don’t insult him with your supermarket brand—you’ll be lost in the sauce (cheesy pun, you know you love it). You need that real stuff, the sauce that makes you cry to your mamma after you give your throat second degree burns, because you aren’t real enough. That Ghost Pepper jump off. Don’t worry about Rozay, he can handle it, with ease.