"He ate my corn dog..."

"James, what made you commit such a heinous act of taking that man's life?"

"He ate my corn dog..." said James.

"Why did he eat it?"

"He ate my corn dog..." James repeated.

The detective was getting nowhere with this and gave James a corn dog.

"Did the corn dog... look like this?!"

"He ate it... he ate it..." James said.

"It does look tasty," the detective replied, stomach rumbling. "Can I have it back?"

"NO!" screamed James, standing up. "No don't touch him! He's traumatized!"

"I want to eat him, Jimmy."

"I HAVE TO PROTECT MY FAMILY!" James shouted loudly.

"You aren't a corn dog, James," said the detective wearily.

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!"

"No, you're not."

"YES I AM, AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE! I AM A CORN DOG!" bellowed James as loud as he could, his voice cracking.

"So I can eat you?"

"EAT ME!" screamed James. "EAT ME!"

"Listen to yourself--" the detective replied.

"If you wanna eat Brian you'll eat me too!"

"Who's Brian?"

"My brother!"

"The corn dog?" the detective asked, starting to become pissed. "The one I pulled out?"

"YES, THE CORN DOG!"

"Did you know we all had corn dogs inside of us, James?" asked the detective.

"Yep!"

"Well you're about to have another one in you." said the detective, unbuttoning his slacks.

A silence fell throughout the room.