I worked with a guy that must have been addicted to hot peppers. He would eat dried cayenne peppers like potato chips. I saw him go through an entire bottle of Dave’s Insanity Sauce in about a week and a half by dipping in a popsicle stick and licking it off.
I had a coworker that loaded his selection with jalepenos, then ate the food with one hand while wiping the sweat off his forehead with the other hand, the whole time muttering "Boy, this is good!".
That’s called mental illness.