Sympathy...
I wouldn't have understood this unless I had myself had an over-hot Vindaloo in our local restaurant. With my kids. Foolishly trying to be The Big Man. It didn't work. After a few mouthfuls, sweat pouring down my forehead, mouth on fire, saying "Oh God, make it stop!", no amount of water quenching the flames, I had to leave over half of it on the plate. And that certainly wasn't a Carolina Reaper - I can only begin to imagine the pain.
Don't do it, people...