• Dear Hotdog,
    You are selling more than me, especially in New York City. I am sick of you out selling me. So I would appreciate it if you would move to a new city or town. (I prefer you going to a town). I see a lot of your stands and I barely see my corndog stands anymore. So stop killing pigs and save some for me. If not I will cover you in corn bread mix and put a stick in you and sell you myself. Then people will start buying me. If you don’t I will have to live on the streets in the rain so I will get all soggy and no one will buy me.

    From,
    Corndog