It seemed like life was moving along just as he pleased. Baseball Coach Stott Jellyghan rubbed is fat belly and waddled over to the concession stand. “I would like a hot dog,” Jellyghan said, “actually I want ten.” “You must really like hotdogs,” replied the vendor, who was curiously wearing a french tunic and a Dick Tracy-styled hat. “Oh yes,” said Jellyghan. “I hate them all,” replied the vendor. “NO!” Jellyghan slumped grabbing his knees and shaking like a baby. “I gotta go,” said the vendor. And the mysterious vendor left.

Author’s Note: This story is awesome, it’s really mysterious and the twist and the end is that there is no twist. Whoa. That’s deep.