Act I, Scene I
[Four construction workers are sitting on a scaffolding, taking a break. They are eating lunch, which consists of a single hotdog.]
Bob: [takes a bite of the hotdog] Hey, you guys mind if I have the next one?
Tom: [indignantly] What do you mean, "the next one"? There's only one hotdog.
Bob: Yeah, but we could cut it into four pieces and share it equally.
John: [sarcastically] Oh, that's a great idea. I'm sure we'll all be satisfied with a tiny little piece of hotdog.
Harry: [laughs] Yeah, Bob. You can have the next hotdog if you can find one. We're all out.
Bob: [sighs] Fine. [hands the hotdog to Tom]
Tom: [grinning] Thanks, Bob. [takes a big bite of the hotdog]
Bob: [watching Tom eat] You know, it's funny how we're all fighting over this hotdog. It's just a piece of processed meat.
John: [shrugs] It's human nature, Bob. We're wired to compete for resources, even if they're as insignificant as a hotdog.
BALTHAZAR: [nodding] Plus, it's not just about the hotdog. It's about the principle of the thing. We all want to feel like we're getting a fair share.
Tom: [swallows] I don't know about all that. I just like hotdogs.
Bob: [smiling] But isn't it interesting how something as simple as a hotdog can spark such a philosophical debate? It's like Shakespeare said: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
John: [nodding thoughtfully] Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe we should all take a step back and think about why we're so fixated on this hotdog.
BALTHAZAAR: [smiling wryly] Or maybe we should just get back to work before the boss catches us loafing around.
Tom: [grinning] Good idea. But let's finish the hotdog first. [takes another bite]
[The workers continue to eat and talk, occasionally breaking into heated debates about philosophy, politics, and the nature of humanity.]
[End of Scene I]
BALTHAZAR What madness is this, to quarrel o'er meat, And let pride and envy consume us complete? What fools we are, to battle so fierce, And let our reasoning be clouded by fear. But perhaps, in this quarrel, a lesson lies, Of power, of ownership, and of disguise. For what is a hotdog, but a simple thing, A bun, a sausage, some ketchup for zing? Yet we imbue it with meaning, with importance profound, And let it dictate our actions, our thoughts, all around. Perhaps, in this struggle, a greater truth can be found, Of human nature, of our flaws, and how we are bound. For if we can fight over a hotdog with zeal, What else can we do, in the face of ordeal? But here, in this moment, we have a chance to see, That our petty squabbles, in the grand scheme, mean naught to be. So let us put aside our pride and our greed, And share the hotdog, as friends indeed.