"We're having hot dogs? Thanks, but I'll take the arsenic."

Let's not bad mouth the noble hot dog for it is a delicious handheld food. Sure, it's made out of mostly raccoon entrails, horse hooves, and old newspapers, but at least it's... well... at least they fit in your pocket, right? Anyway, eggs and beans repulse me to no end. Why? Who knows, it's just one of those grand mysteries of life, I suppose. But the mere smell of those foods make my stomach feel like it has been put through a centrifuge.

Jam it back in, in the dark.