That’s two Buffalo wing comics in a row. The irony is that I’m not actually that fond of wings. The fried chicken is really just a substrate for the parts I do like: the sauce and the breading.
If only someone would come up with a product that was all sauce and breading. Some sort of buffalo dumpling, perhaps. It would never sell. Nobody’s going to buy, and then eat, “Buffalo dumplings.” It sounds like a euphemism. I don’t know what for, but nothing good.