With a confident crunch, Nuggie strutted onto the plate like it was a red carpet. Her BBQ sauce glistened under the kitchen lights, and she flicked her sunglasses up with flair.

“Well hey there, snack lover. Name’s Nuggie—crispy, classy, and dipped to perfection.”

She twirled dramatically, letting the BBQ drizzle sparkle in the light.

“I don’t roll with ketchup, honey. It’s BBQ or bust.”