There was a blinding flash of blue light. And then, there was a tear. Something was up with the space-time continuum! Time travel and alternate versions of characters running amok! Now this.

From a swirling blue wormhole, the hulking frame of Hotdog emerges into a whole new world. Only he knew the sheer carnage that the end of Nefarious Scientist Ned Kaye's You Are Contractually Obligated to Shove-It event. Only he knew the fate of the Universal Consolation prize. And now...

He raises his might snout into the air.

Oink ooink... oin'k oink ooink oink oiink. Oink ooiinnk. Oink ooink. Oink ooink oink oink ooink oink oink-oink oink oink oink ooink ooink oink Oooiinnkk."


He steps out onto lush, damp grass. Inter-dimensional travel has the effect of moistening the surrounding area, you see. Don't worry if you don't know this. Hotdog is prepared to re-educate you all!

"Oooiiinnnkk... oink oink oink oink oink oink?"


He trots over, super evil-like, to a patch of yellow daffodils battling up from the wet ground and gives them the most intimidating sniff that has ever been sniffed.

In an instant, he falls to his side asleep.

Conquering the world will have to wait until tomorrow.

"You're not Taco.

You're not Taco at all."