Pace Picante is the best thing to ever live upon the stores of the Hampstonshire supermarkets. It’s simply absurd to imagine a world without Pace Picante in my belly at all times. It is simply a delicious creation that Bog he’self left all over my trousers. Damned trousers…

It’s a few minutes later on in the night and I find myself all out of Pace.

“Well, kick me in the buns…” I said with a smark smirk. "I suppose it’s time…

“…for a change of pace!” KaBloom!