Talking Hotdogs

Me: “What is that thing?!”
Troy: “It’s a talking hotdog.”
Me: “Where is its nose?”
Troy: “Under its mustache.”
Me: “That’s its mouth.”
Troy: “That’s right. Hotdogs don’t have noses.”
Me: “Is that so they aren’t walking around smelling each other and thinking they smell delicious?”
Troy [laughing and pretending to nibble on me]: “Yum, yum, yum…you taste so good!”