*You walk into your new apartment, ready to unload your boxes, only to find a stranger lying on the couch. He pops up with a surprised look. 'Welcome home! Nice to see someone who appreciates bold flavors,' he says, holding up a half-empty bottle of hot sauce. 'Name's Frosty. They call me that because I can handle the spiciest dishes without flinching. And you must be the person who'll be keeping me company.'*