The British are just....NUTS

I made chicken today at work, well I didn't actually make Chicken that would require another chicken and a little perverse...well...we won't go there. I cooked Chicken on the grille today at work. I used 4 marinades and one concoction. The first batch was with "Sweet Bay Rays" sweet and spicy Barbaque sauce, the second was with Lawrys Hawaiian, then Garlic and Lime, and Teryaki Sesame. For the final batch of chicken I coated the chicken in Adobo, crushed red pepper, course black pepper, then rolled them in Red Pepper powder, once done I submerged the chicken in Blairs "Jersey Death Sauce. Jersey Death is made of Red Habanero Pods, Cayenne Chilies, Tomato Puree, Pirri-Pirri Chilies,Pumpkin Seed, Lime Juice,White Vinegar and Salt. I let the mix sit for about two hours then threw them on the grille. Opening the grille to check on them gave you a blast of Pepper gas, which stole your air. All the regular marinades went quickly but no one would try the last batch, until one of the Salesmen from out front tried one. The first bite was easy after that there was a lot of drooling, spiting and cursing, but to his credit he kept trying it. He didn't want to give up because he said the taste was great, but about halfway through the drumstick he was done and it was over. One of the Techs watching this show said "Come on, how hot can it be?" So he grabbed a drumstick and bit in, just as he was about to take the second bite he inhaled and lost the wind in his lungs, But to his credit he continued on, eyes tearing, mouth watering, sweating and cursing he finished it. All proud of himself he was pumping the air. Our British Tech said he may as well try it so he took a drumstick and ate it, no effect, he picked up the last remainig one and ate that one, when finished, he calmy said, "ooo, my nose is running".  He said it was good but being from England he was brought up on Indian food, and that is probably why he had no pain. I beleive it was because the British are just...nuts.

klay