I used to work for a guy who was a hot food fanatic.
One Saturday after an installation job, he took the crew and the sales exec who handled the account to lunch at a restaurant and bar located in the local Jai Alai fronton.
They had this specialty called "The Red Rooster". Basically, it was a saltine cracker with a glob of horseradish paste, a pile of sliced jalepeños, crushed red pepper flakes and some kind of hot sauce that supposedly could make your nose hairs catch fire.
Just for fun, he got one for everybody and dared them to try it. Most of the guys took one bite and started gasping for air and guzzling cold beer. One of them had to run to the can because snot was coming out of his nose. Then he told Gary the sales exec who was known to be a radical SOB, he'd give him $200 if he could eat like two or three of them. Maybe it was four, I don't remember.
Anyway, he did it. They said he turned redder than a beet and started sweating like a roast pig. He said later that, after he got the first one down, he couldn't even feel the rest.
He collected his $200 on the way home, but told me he spent the rest of the weekend sitting on the toilet in agony.
Because of course, when it comes out, it's still just as hot as it was when it went in.