Two high society ladies with vodka giblets are waiting in a theater lobby next to the concession stand.

Lady 1: Have you tried the “Fearless” Hot Dog?

Lady 2: Why no I haven’t.

Lady 1: Oh you simply must. It’s to die for. The hot dogs were harvested at Niman Ranch… because hot dogs come from ranches, you know.

Lady 2: I had no idea. I thought they came from factories!

Lady 1: No, not at all!

Lady 2: But I can see the cardboard box that these hot dogs are coming out of. They look like any other hot dog. They don’t look special.

Lady 1: Oh but they are! This hot dog is made with beef that is free of hormones and antibiotics. That’s what makes it fearless.

Lady 2: I do like eating food that sounds strong.

Lady 1: Me too! You know how I like to eat food that reminds me of the “No Fear” t-shirt subculture a few years back.

Lady 2: That always surprised me about you.

Lady 1: I’m full of surprises! Oh I haven’t told you the best part. The hot dog is nested into a soft roll. Look! The man is nesting one now!

Lady 2: It looks like he’s just placing it on a bun.

Lady 1: No no, he’s “nesting.” “Placing” is what poor people do.

Lady 2: I thought hot dogs were always associated with poor people though?

Lady 1: Not when they’re six bucks.

Lady 2: Let’s spit on a hobo!

They yell “huzzah”, clink vodka giblets and order two hot dogs.