Exactly! So, in the end, I'll have my hotdogs, and I'll have rid the world of one more crappy parent that can't keep their children safe. A two-fer-one.
No, the kids can just shower after pooing, or just wipe with their hands then wash them. Saves toilet paper for me. I mean, I'm kidnapping someone's kids, I don't think I should be responsible for caring for them, that's the parent's jobs. And they freakin' lost their kids to a deranged person...
You sure don't! Especially not during the apocalypse! It's basically an unwritten rule. That's just rude. So I suppose the only rational reaction is to track down the people that bought the hotdogs and kidnap their kids to hold for ransom for the hotdogs.
Hot dogs are the best! And I can watch a million documentaries on how they are made and what's in em. I DON'T CARE! They are delicious! Sadly, with this apocalyptic world ending virus going around, grocery stores have been out of hot dogs! It's nuts! One of my staple foods, and everyone takes...
I'm terrible at cheering people up on the spot. But you don't have to go through it alone. I'll be your friend! I have no idea what you look like, but I bet you're hotter than the girls he's cheating with. I also bet you're smarter, faster, stronger, a better artist, could solve more ancient...