Hotdogs, man. They’re the best. Very convenient especially when you put them on a stick. It’s great.

These four idiots are walking around holding hotdogs. Cooked and in sticks, of course,

“Hey, Tyler.”

Shiro pats Tyler’s back.

“What’s up?”

“How many hotdogs do you have?”

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Tyler paused for a second, looked at his hotdog and scratched his head.

“Uhh. One?”

Shiro laughed.

“Well, I have two.”

Tyler looks puzzled.

“Where’s the other one?”

Rivere looks at Tyler with a look of disapproval.

This guy is dumb.

Ryan looks at Shiro.

What the fuck are they talking about? I only have one too, where’d he get the other one? And why does Rivere look like he knows what Shiro’s talking about?

This piqued the ever inquisitive Ryan. But for the wrong reasons.

Looking for a reaction, Ryan decided to say something outrageous.

“Huh, only two? I have three.”

Tyler looked at Ryan with much more confusion than before.

Shiro and Rivere looked at each other.

Their eyes said everything.

Three… wait, what?

W-Where's the other one?