"Smart kid," Marty says, smirking. "I mean, a little beer or hot sauce ain't gonna kill you, but you don't need either, so. . ."

He sucks in a breath as Quint explains what's in the hot sauce. "Oh yeesh -- okay, I don't think I'm gonna be touching that anytime soon."

"You shouldn't -- it would probably cause chemical burns," Doc says, grimacing. "And that is rather odd. . .maybe it's something similar to how alcohol can get you drunk, just for different reasons than a human? Another fuel contaminant problem, as you put it?"

"Might be another case of 'sufficiently dedicated scientist can do anything in that world,'" Alice says, twirling her tail.