Okay, so thanks to dvdfaust, I'm going to try and finish the rest of this story and let you guys know about the time I had that Insanity Wing.
After the wing got to my friend and I, it turns out he had already done this once before and he was already ripping the meat off the bone like an animal. I stared at the wing, smelling that rancid heat and trying not to bitch out. When I looked at him the first time, he was already stuffing meat in his mouth and swallowing as fast as he could. I stripped the meat off mine and began to wonder if this was a good idea, and then I looked over at him again. He was sweating and gripping his cup, shaking and gasping. It was weird.
I stuffed the meat in my mouth and tried to gulp it down so I couldn't feel the heat, and it didn't work. It went straight down my throat and suddenly everything was on fire, and I started crying almost instantly. I was pounding my fists on the table, my head on the wall, the cute waitress that brought us more water in my head, anything just to get my mind off of what I had just done and how it was trying to punish me.
I drank enough water to force myself to go to the bathroom, and I had to go right then. I went straight to it, but got stopped halfway there because I couldn't bring in the pitcher of water for 'sanitary precautions' or some bitch-ass reason like that. They must have thrown in some estrogen in that sauce or something, because I burst out into tears and argued as hard as I could that I needed it and they would 'really please have to let me go and I promise I won't break anything or pee in the pitcher just please, dog, please let me go to the bathroom with this pitcher I need it so bad'.
I left the pitcher outside and went in, crying and pissing all over the toilet like a fire hydrant connected to one of those inflatable wacky tube men that was designed with erectile dysfunction. Eventually one of the guys on staff felt bad for me and just knocked on the door, pushing the pitcher through some kind of glory hole of a crack and trying not to see me in this state. I almost managed to blubber a thank you through tears and water rushing down my throat, fueling the fire and replenishing enough mana to turn my stream into a waterfall again and leaving me there even longer.
After I had finished both of those, some poor customer walked in and saw me and then backed out, apparently not ready to deal with **** like this today.