Meat? Ah. I think this place should have a hotdog... [Risking a look, he turns his attention to the stand and sees that there is a hot dog machine, different flavors of hot dogs proclaimed on a propped up sign. The clerk was also too absorbed in watching the news, which was still talking about the kidnapping.

(Holy crap, he can't help think. When will they drop it?] Over there there's some meat. From 'original' to 'spicy' too, I see.

You can buy many as you want. I think the clerk will be thrilled with the amount we're getting here. [He's getting, really, but details.]