Click. "Drop the fucking hotdog." The single eye of the beretta stared the man down, its gaze unwavering. The man behind the gun was pissed, and he watched both man and hotdog closely.

The man with the hotdog gave a look of faked surprise, the weiner held firmly in his palm. He spoke with a bad mix of accents, part Dutch, part Russain."You vish for me to drop dis hotdog? Drop dis this marvel of processed meat held warmly within my palm?"

"Drop. The goddamned. Hotdog." The eyes of the gunman narrowed, that was his hotdog, and he wasn't going to let it go easily. His stomach urged him on, it growling encouragements, itself wanting the sweet taste of that delectable piece of meat.

"You vish for me to drop dat which ish mine? Dis ish more than a hotdog, dis ish the embodyment of perfection, dis ish god's hotdog. I vill not simply hand it over." The man smiled and gently rubbed the tip of his tongue over one end of the hotdog. He reveled both in it's flavor, and the look of annoyance on his assualter's face. "Marvelous." The man smirked, and gently wrapped his lips around the tip of the dog.

The barreta blinked. Light exploded from the muzzle, a ball of lead sent hurtling through the air, bit of gunpowder left in it's wake. The man had not even had time to hear the shot as the lump of lead tore down the length of the disputed hotdog like a broad sword through jello. The bullet exploded into the man's mouth and continued on, the man's spine it's final target.

The man made no sound as he simply feel forward out of his chair and pitched face first onto the wooden floor. Pieces of the ruined hotdog lay by the man's head, a small brass shell casing in their midst. The man with the pistol eyed the destroyed hotdog, his head shaking gently.

"A waste, nothing but a waste of a good hotdog.." The man with the pistol closed his eyes, and let the warm tip of the barreta kiss the bottom of his chin. "Hotdog...wait for me..."

The police, alerted by the gunshots, arrived to find two dead middleaged buisnessmen, and a destroyed hotdog soaked in blood. The sheriff took it all in an shook his head.

"A goddamn waste of a good hotdog..."
