A Tea Party member in full colonial regalia and strapped in a suicide vest filled with large sticks of dynamite pulls into the parking lot of a drive-in restaurant with a large neon sign on top advertizing sugar-coated Satan sandwiches. All the sudden a corporate jet taxis up beside the Tea Party terrorist’s car, a billionaire pushes his hand out of a side window and says, “Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon?”
Of course, this would transform the sugar-coated Satan sandwich into a sweet-and-sour Satan sandwich. More alliteration, more impact.