The only time I've ever eaten subway was when I piled on the jalapenos. I don't normally react badly to spice, so I don't think this was that.
But boy, when i fired 12 guage rounds of semi solid shit from out my anus, peppering and eventually repainting the sides of the toilet bowl and splitting my sphincter in the process, boy did I regret the chillis then.
The ring sting was unbearable. I was also out at work and the toilet here is shared by the entire floor and rather gross, so I had legged it to the nearest hotel. Problem was my anus hurt so bad from the spice - as yet not fully digested and absorbed by my intestines - that I need to pop out of the stall, waddle to the sink, soak a few handfuls of tissue in cold water, and then proceed to waddle back and sooth my anus, attempting to stave off the feeling that I had just dipped it into lava.
Upon further inspection of my stool, after I had put the fire out, so to speak, I saw lumps of various vegetables and possibly meat - not sure on that. If it was so bad, I'm not sure why I just didn't vomit it all out.
Needless to say, the shotgun shit that I pumped out of my colon at an alarming rate, about 12 rounds worth of, was enough to convince me never to go back to Subway.
I never did.