That is why I keep slipping hotdogs in people's apparel. I don't want to be the bad guy. I want to be liked. But I am undeniably good at what I do, and if I can bring the world together through sheer force of terror then so be it.
Everyone will be faced with constant uncertainty whenever they reach into a pocket or a purse or a buttcrack. No one will be able to trust a friend, or a wife, or a child any longer. Why can't I get hot water in my shower? I blocked the pipe with a hotdog. Why is the icecream machine at McDonald's broke? I replaced the cream with hotdogs. Why are there chunks of graphene and other detritus on the roof? I replaced the control rods of reactor no4 with hotdogs.
I was making a reference to to Harlan Ellison's I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream in which characters are kept alive and tortured perpetually. In the end one character takes one for the team, killing the others to end their suffering, and as punishment is reduced to a blob with no limbs or mouth so they can't harm themselves.
the true martyr of the Anarcho-Posadist cause