Because your story can only get more ridiculous, it does.
You're not just any hot dog, and as you hear the men say they are going to cut you up and serve you to be eaten, your instincts kick in, and that's when you realize....
YOU ARE A SUPERPOWERED KILLER TRANSFORMER ROBOT HOT DOG.
With a whirring of gears and metal plates, your true form is revealed, no trace of the hot dog left - you are a seven foot tall mechanical humanoid death machine. You level your gatling gun palms at your tormentors and riddle them with holes, leaving them bleeding to death at your robotic feet. You decide to crush their heads under your cold soles and put them out of their (And your) misery.
Now what are you to do?