I wonder how good corn dogs are on the grill. I wonder if it is normal to think about killing someone... anyone. What is it like to walk down Main street with a grilled corn dog, in the pouring rain? What if I slid into that phone booth on the corner and used the corn dog stick to... Would it hurt? Would he cry? What if the phone rang just as the man slumped over to the ground and I picked it up and it turns out to be the man's secret mistress? And what if she wants to invite him over for grilled corn dogs on a rainy afternoon?