I was hit by a dump truck and got sent to dump truck land. When I arrived there, I found out I needed to get hit by a hot dog truck, but hot dogs didn't exist so I had to invent a hot dog first. Once I got my hot dog business started I didn't want to return home because it was a satisfying job. But alas, I went to pick up a packet of mustard a customer dropped infront of the truck and forgot to put the hot dog truck into park. I woke up at the quarry in the nurse station. She offered me a hot dog. I said "hold the mustard" as a tear rolled down my cheek.

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