I.
Hey, Get your hot dogs! Get your hot dogs here!
II.
Stranded under the heat lamp, slowly spinning tortuously on the hot dog roller, the 7/11 dog calls out for rescue . Christ its been 70 hours here already! Please, someone save me. SOS! If I had arms, I'd wave them. Help! Help!
III.
Dark and wet in the battlefield of Joey Chestnuts stomach, the hot dogs drop like torpedos on each other. Hey move over, watch it, buddy, its crowded in here. Jesus Christ, how bout some civility. Duck! Incoming!
IV.
His mother smiles as high chair son claps his hands in delight. She cuts the frank in small pieces and hums along to the Supremes on the kitchen radio.
V.
In my mind, Upton Sinclair's mouse trips and tumbles in a slow somersault into the vat of meat below.
VI.
With grandfather's black and white picture on the wall, 40 year-old Sammy slathers two dogs with meat sauce, wraps them in foil and hands them to the customer, while gum-chewing daughter Jennette rings the register and he turns and grabs two more dogs.
VII.
While wife fills her cart with $XX.99 specials, muscle shirted Arizona barber pours ketchup on his $1.50 dog and dreams of Hawaii.
VIII.
Hamburgers and Hot Dogs meet on the dark playground. Knives and pipes come out. We've had enough of your bullshit. This get's settled tonight!
IX.
Outside Nathan's, the leashed daushand hides behind his owner's leg.
X.
The neon hot dog blinks and blinks and blinks. The florescent dancer in the sign above Uncle Bob's across the street, pays him no mind.
XI.
150 Calories. 14 grams of Fat, 470 milligrams of sodium. 6 grams of protein. Protein, yeah...
XII.
Burp!
XIII.
Hey, buddy, I'll take two over here. For me and my daughter.