Look at the Hot Dogs

Something seems weird about the dogs, and when you lean close, you can tell what it is: they have little faces, writhing in agony.

"Help me!" one of them whines in a weak voice.  "Help me!"

You recoil in horror from the hot dogs.

What do you do?

Run away in terror.

Eat a hot dog anyways.

Go look for some beef jerky.