the scene is set in a 1998 powder blue nissan stanza, parked askew on a crusty gray snowbank in olneyville. the driver, adorned in a puffy jacket and bruins beanie, meat sauce lingering on both sides of their cheeks, is asleep with their right blinker still flashing. stale fries and celery dreams waft through the interior, with a hint of exhaust fumes from the barely plowed street snow blocking the tailpipe. the driver stirs, yearning for hydration after consuming three times their recommended daily amount of sodium. upon opening their eyes, the 5th weiner greets them from the mostly emptied bag still resting on their chest. with their noble purpose clear in plain sight, the driver proceeds to complete their honorable quest they had began some hours ago.

Gotta ask yourself though - Are 5 all the way that get scarfed down in just a few minutes worth about ~3 hours of your life?

Yes. The answer is always yes.