Look! Bar even put cinnamon on top. Doctor Evil rests one hand on a bar stool in what he assumes is a debonair fashion and lifts his cappuccino, pinky finger out. Pleased, he takes a drink.

And promptly makes a choking yak sound.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhkkk. Cayenne pepper," he exhales in a harsh whisper. "Cayenne pepper! Very hot!"

He's too busy wiping his watery eyes to deal with the milk mustache.

"Very e-vil! E-vil cappuccino is a goooooo." He eyes the biscotti, shrugs, and picks it up. "I would prefer a Hot Pocket. They are really quite exquisite. Perhaps even an Eggo. Yeah. An Eggo. But my entire digestive track is on fire, soooo."

He hastily shoves the biscotti in his mouth.