The new moon. It begins.

[wurstoftheworst]

Hot dogs are a traditional summer food in many parts of North America.

Of course, not all of the people in Milliways are from North America. It may not even be summer wherever they come from

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[guppy_sandhu]

Hm, sausages out on the bar for hours? That's a food hygiene risk.

After a while, Guppy becomes curious and comes over. He's not daft enough to eat free food (far from it, after nearly seven years in Milliways), but he does decide to stick a temparature probe in one.

[wurstoftheworst]

The wiener is still piping hot--clearly, it hasn't been out long enough to be a health hazard.

[guppy_sandhu]

Huh, fair enough then.

Guppy returns the probe to Bar, and turns away, meaning to keep an eye on them anyway. Free food has something of a reputation around here.

[wurstoftheworst]

CHOMP.

A set of tiny but sharp teeth close on Guppy's free hand.

[wurstoftheworst]

And they will stand still. They're just there, in the middle of the table, looking delicious.

[wurstoftheworst]

Just an ordinary, delicious hot dog. Not a conductor of ancient evil at all. Nope.

Go on, eat it. You know you want to.

[all_er_nothin]

Mmm, hot dogs.

Will picks one up and looks for a price. He needs all the free food he can get.

[wurstoftheworst]

No price! It's free! Have all you want!

[all_er_nothin]

Will eats two, contentedly.

Mmm, hot dogs.

[hands_of_blu]

One doesn't often see food lying around the base back home. Either Herr Scout eats it, or Herr Heavy does. This... this is unusual.

The Medic is quite naturally going to examine one of the sausages very closely.

[wurstoftheworst]

To all appearances, it's a perfectly normal (albeit cheap) hot dog. The only thing that stands out is its unusual hue.

[hands_of_blu]

Yes. That is a very suspicious color, to someone who works for BLU.

Someone who should have put his gloves on before poking at the hot dog with one finger. Honestly, now.

[wurstoftheworst]

Yes. Yes, he should have. And he's paying the price now.

CHOMP.

[good_or_awesome]

Nothing goes with hot dogs like cold ones, which is why Strong Bad takes heaping relish only an already-mustarded wiener to call out to a passing waitrat. "Hey, garçon ratón! Some onions and a cold one, s'il vous favor!"

The rat squeaks and heads off to fill the request. The Cheat makes some squeaks of his own, but those sound a lot less sanguine.

"You worry too much, The Cheat. It's free food! What's the downside there?"

The Cheat shrugs and makes a sort of "Ma woo" noise. Diggy's told him about the hazards of free food; if he didn't drop said science on Strong Bad, there must've been a reason.

[ilko_skevuld]

The waitrat obviously knows the On Point Kings' habits; when it returns with Strong Bad's requested items, it's also brought a blue drink, some fries and a bottle of QFC. "Thanks," says The Cheat and starts eating and drinking.

He is not, however, distracted from watching Strong Bad apply onions and broken grammar* to that red hot. As the wrestleman raises dat dawg to his mouth, The Cheat throws caution to the wind and attempts to fling himself across the table.

He falls considerably short of his goal, landing on the remaining wieners. He could've sworn something bit him, but that's impossible; the waitrat's nowhere near him. And Strong Bad's eaten the wiener. Oh well, at least he tried.

* "takes heaping relish only an already-mustarded wiener"? The narration no longer remembers precisely what it was trying to say, but it's pretty sure it wasn't that.