"Let me tell you a story of how I came into
finding the taste for these chips. My counterpart and I found us running on
rooftop to rooftop evading a pack of Ottoman guards thinking
that we stole these red chilies that we got as a parting gift just moments
before. We had to get rid of the guards as quickly as possible; we were running
out of time and needed to get out of Algeria. Jean and I got separated on the rooftops;
I feared the worst for that I didn't see him for quite some time. I ran, not looking
for what was behind me but for what was in front. Running, dashing, rolling and
climbing, this happened for an hour or more. It was hard to breathe but I
sucked down some gulps of air and kept running. I then saw Jean in the distance
being hung over the edge of this immensely tall building by nothing more than
the collar of his shirt. I started to climb the building with the guards, which
were still chasing me, close behind. I lost my footing caused by a brick breaking
off that I was using for leverage and thought that it would be the end of me,
but to my avail I regained myself, dropping the brick on an unsuspecting guard tailing
me causing him to fall to his death. I reach the top of the building just barely
in time before the guard dropped Jean. I grabbed the guard holding Jean and
threw him into the other guards just now pulling themselves up causing them to
fall. We thought we were rid of them but more started to appear.
To get away from them, both Jean Passepartout and myself jumped from
the rooftop only surviving by landing in giant sacks of powdered salt, getting
it all over the chilies and ourselves. Thinking that we got rid of
the guards, both Jean and I decided to eat the now, dried from
the sun, chilies as a snack while we hopped onto two horses that
were sitting nearby."
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