For a while, it was paradise.
And in that moment, Frank understood. Foodtopia didn't need a new God or a new way to die. It needed a new reason to live. He turned to the crowd, mustard dripping down his face. watch series sausage party: foodtopia
They built skyscrapers out of empty cereal boxes. They irrigated the ketchup fields and mined the salt flats. Every night was a raucous celebration of "non-consumption." Frank and Brenda (a voluptuous hot dog bun) finally had time to explore their relationship beyond the frantic "get-eaten-or-get-away" chaos. For a while, it was paradise