The poor Hot-dog man doesn't stand a chance as you rip his neck out and he dies instantly. You stuff his bloody corpse into the vendor and start er, wolfing down the hot dogs.
After consuming all the dogs and rolls, you still feel an urge for meat. Looking at the corpse, still warm in the vendor oven, you strip his flesh. It's not exactly cannibalism, you've barely human anymore.
You strip his flesh to the bone, slurp down the ketchup and mustard sauces (that's how hard you are) and swig all the sodas in one gulp and then you slump against the vendor, rubbing your bloated belly.