Dolemeck came running outside, eventually. He had a seasoned chicken in a pan to be roasted in the fire pit, as well as a bag of hot dogs, like Argo wanted. He moved to place the food on a tree stump, before working to cut down some proper branches in order to make a rotisserie of sorts. The then skewered the chicken on a long stick, resting it on two branches so it would not fall into the fire itself.
"Well, that was easy!" he smiled proudly, carefully rotating the chicken that was on the stick, making sure it was cooking well. "Argo, I got you those... Hot Dogs you desired. I have no clue what they are, but how could I deny you food that you desired?"
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