Be gentle, you don't want the bun to overflow.
Because I don't own any knives and I have way too much open cabinet space and a million kids who all demand to make hot dog men at the same time.
This must be pre-transvestite reveal. Let's go up to the lab and see what's on the slab.
Ia Ia Cthulhu Fhtagn! He commands that we roast weenies with his face. Weenies of MADNESS.
For the first time maybe ever I have enough money in my checking account for something called the "most expensive"! Too bad it's earmarked for whiskey and sadness.