Many wurstel were eaten, many bottles of water consumed, many Sharpies gave their lives to the cause. I am quite a hot dog connoisseur, and so
My wife, in one of her rare convention appearances, seemed to enjoy it, so I drew another. Shades of Will Ferrell as Harry Carry here:
“If you were a hotdog, would you eat yourself?”
My wife even started to get in on the fun. Wurstel for all! She whipped out a couple of doodles herself, which she was too ashamed to keep. I suppose I should’ve taken her lead, but two weeks later my drawings turned up again. I’d forgotten all about them. Chris was mildly amused in a shake-your-head-you’re-an-idiot sort of way, but a few minutes later he handed in his own contribution to the fun:
Yes! I’d managed to rope another in. Minutes later, a second drawing was passed over to me. Not content to merely play along, it seemed Herr Moeller was in:
A couple of fans present seemed genuinely bemused. When I was sure my table was clear, I produced the, um, clincher…
And with that, the temporary insanity reached its end.