>knock knock knock
>...
>knock knock..
>BANG BANG BANG
>KICK
>your door goes flying open, and in comes my sunnie, holding a plate in her hands and a look of unrivaled pride across her face
>she stomps into your room and gives you a look that screams "why didn't you answer the damn door," and then pushes the plate across your desk to where you're sitting
>it's picrelated, the wieners came out of a pouch that had a jewish man's name appended with the word "famous" after it
>she stares up at you expectantly as you look down at the deliciously looking sausages stacked on top of each other wrapped in a perfectly toasted bun
>Well...?
>This could be us tonight....