The Old Man sees Kane and immediately hobbles over while sputtering out. "Tis good fer ya. tRy SoMe!"
*Jack walks toward the old man.* I'll have a chili dog with ketchup.
Digging through his cart, the Old Man succeeds in pulling out a large iron bowl and carefully balances himself as he sets it down on a stump before once again scrambling to find more ingredients. The bowl itself clearly shows age and is full of brownish-red mush.
Having found a broken glass bottle of ketchup, the Old Man pours it onto the already finished hot dog and after procuring himself a wooden spoon begins to churn the mush. Splattering one spoonful, he hands the poor excuse of a hot dog to Kane with an innocent smile.
*Jack walks toward the old man.* I'll have a chili dog with ketchup.
Digging through his cart, the Old Man succeeds in pulling out a large iron bowl and carefully balances himself as he sets it down on a stump before once again scrambling to find more ingredients. The bowl itself clearly shows age and is full of brownish-red mush.
Having found a broken glass bottle of ketchup, the Old Man pours it onto the already finished hot dog and after procuring himself a wooden spoon begins to churn the mush. Splattering one spoonful, he hands the poor excuse of a hot dog to Kane with an innocent smile.
Digging through his cart, the Old Man succeeds in pulling out a large iron bowl and carefully balances himself as he sets it down on a stump before once again scrambling to find more ingredients. The bowl itself clearly shows age and is full of brownish-red mush.
Having found a broken glass bottle of ketchup, the Old Man pours it onto the already finished hot dog and after procuring himself a wooden spoon begins to churn the mush. Splattering one spoonful, he hands the poor excuse of a hot dog to Kane with an innocent smile.
*Eats it.* Mmmm, how much do I owe ya?
The Old Man extends outward a shriveled hand tainted with moss and dirt. "One shilling, eh?"
"Aye, I can provide ye a whole dozen if you'd be willing to help an old man out."
The voice belonged to a withered old man dressed in rags pushing an equally rugged hot dog cart. Bent over and sporting a bandage over his head, the man smiles a toothy grin, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
"Yar, just a shilling each for meh hot dogs, good and true!" He takes a rusty fork and pokes a bucket full of boiling water that was sitting on the cart. Pulling out a sausage, he stuffs it into a crusty piece of bread and offers it to both Fraser and Jeff. "Yar, taste and see!"
"So, I's get to have dese dogs and go to da New York to get more dogs?" "This is da bests day eva!'
"Aye, I can provide ye a whole dozen if you'd be willing to help an old man out."
The voice belonged to a withered old man dressed in rags pushing an equally rugged hot dog cart. Bent over and sporting a bandage over his head, the man smiles a toothy grin, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
"Yar, just a shilling each for meh hot dogs, good and true!" He takes a rusty fork and pokes a bucket full of boiling water that was sitting on the cart. Pulling out a sausage, he stuffs it into a crusty piece of bread and offers it to both Fraser and Jeff. "Yar, taste and see!"
"So, I's get to have dese dogs and go to da New York to get more dogs?" "This is da bests day eva!'
"Aye, I can provide ye a whole dozen if you'd be willing to help an old man out."
The voice belonged to a withered old man dressed in rags pushing an equally rugged hot dog cart. Bent over and sporting a bandage over his head, the man smiles a toothy grin, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
"Yar, just a shilling each for meh hot dogs, good and true!" He takes a rusty fork and pokes a bucket full of boiling water that was sitting on the cart. Pulling out a sausage, he stuffs it into a crusty piece of bread and offers it to both Fraser and Jeff. "Yar, taste and see!"
"So, I's get to have dese dogs and go to da New York to get more dogs?" "This is da bests day eva!'
The Old Man slaps Fraiser's hand with his wooden spoon, then waddles over to Kane. "Mesself a fine cook with teh right ingredients. Yer in need of a cook! Can I come too, pwease?" He offers Kane a milkshake with an overripe cherry on top while shaking with anticipation.
The Old Man slaps Fraiser's hand with his wooden spoon, then waddles over to Kane. "Mesself a fine cook with teh right ingredients. Yer in need of a cook! Can I come too, pwease?" He offers Kane a milkshake with an overripe cherry on top while shaking with anticipation.
The Old Man slaps Fraiser's hand with his wooden spoon, then waddles over to Kane. "Mesself a fine cook with teh right ingredients. Yer in need of a cook! Can I come too, pwease?" He offers Kane a milkshake with an overripe cherry on top while shaking with anticipation.
Well, tell me more about yourself, hoss.
The Old Man sits on a stump and slouches. "I'd been marooned on des place, because meh former crew forgot about me during a storm. So I'd wait for people teh come and land here teh serve them meh food, but nobody has been here for awhile until the smoke columns proved otherwise." He then leaps from the stump and dances a jig. "So now can I come with ye?"
Goodbye LMBs...
"This is da bests day eva!' 
