Octodogs
Half a hotdog isn’t enough. You need eight legs. So you tear the hell out of it until it has eight. That’s an Octodog.
I made an Octodog and it looked like a hotdog was trying to be a spider.
My lunch was an Octodog and it stared me down like it was judging my life choices.
My friend ate an Octodog and said it was the most cursed food he’d ever had.