[Tries hat on. Can't make head nor tail of the doggie ears with the golliwog hair.]
No Taco Bell sauce is mean, not even the green. Some are respectable. I seldom bother with anything less than the Fuego, and part of the attraction there is the reading matter:
"I don't know where I am. It's dark and I can hear laughing."
"Sometimes the sporks pick on me at night."
You want mean with your Taco Bell Supreme item, you pack along your own bottle of
Endorphin Rush. Met that one in a restaurant one afternoon last century. One drop makes your eyelids sweat. Two and your breath comes short. The label suggests holding up at three drops until you're truly in training.