QUOTE : We could, you know, go out for hot dogs. Don’t worry—they’re not actually dogs. It’s just a name. They’re these meat things that you put on buns—that’s a kind of bread—and then you top them with other things and—”<br /> <br />“I know what a hot dog is,” interrupted Mark. <br /><br />“You do?” I asked, legitimately surprised. “How?”<br /><br />“We’re not that remote. We have TV and movies. Besides, I’ve left Siberia, you know. I’ve been to the U.S.”<br /><br />“Really? Did you try a hot dog?”<br /> <br />“No,” he said. “I was offered one … but it didn’t look that appetizing.”<br /> <br />“What!” I exclaimed. “Blasphemy. They’re delicious.”<br /> <br />“Aren’t they compressed animal parts?” he pushed.<br /> <br />“Well, yeah… I think so. But so is sausage.”<br /> <br />Mark shook his head. “I don’t know. Something’s just not right about a hot dog.”<br /> <br />“Not right? I think you mean <i>so right</i>.