“Do it! Do it! Do it!”
The group all chanted in unison and Robert felt the butterflies in his stomach take flight. This was the part of his stag night that only half of him was looking forward to. There was no going back now.
In one swift movement, he threw his head back and crammed the taco smothered in hot sauce into his mouth.
At first there was a sharp sting, then a mild warmth as the hot sauce touched his tongue and then spread throughout his mouth.
The tears came and the countdown began to his upcoming toilet nightmare.