So lately Iggy's been hanging with this guerrilla paramilitary crowd in the jungle here in Centro America. Wearing a lot of camo, smoking big puro's and spouting some crazy political doctrine. We here at the Bay are starting to think he's in a little over his reptilian head. However, back at base camp, they have this lovely senorita who makes a wicked smoked pepper sauce they serve on their chicharrones. Managing to persuade her to part with the recipe, that's my boy!, which apparently was handed down thru generations of local resistance damilies, Iggy passed the recipe off to a sympathetic campesino who rides it out of hte jungle ala burro back and delivers it to our HQ here at the Bay, which doubles as a small cantina overlooking the surf on the Pacific coast of nowhere, Salud.