A
container filled with left over gravy from
restaurants over
the past few years, amalgamated in a disgustingly-beautiful concoction and horded by the titular John Nealon for himself, used in every meal.
'Hey, Sharone, are you going to John Nealon's 67th
Birthday party on June 26th 2026?"
"
Obviously, Connor, I heard that he's serving his signature
Radioactive Gravy!"
"You mean John Nealon's Radioactive Gravy?!? Heck yeah!"