WTF Was In Tose Hot Dogs?!

Phil was faced with 2 identical hot dogs, each on those paper trays they serve them on.
"Mr. Kessel, what if I told you of these two exactly identical hot dogs in front of you, one of them is laced with LSD, and you had no idea which one that was, would you still eat one?"
Of course, Phil didn't listen, and gobbled down the one to his left.
"Aw, F*.", said Crosby, the one who was serveying him.
"Sid, I trust you enough to know that neither one of these hot dogs-oooooh, daaamnn."
His pupils dilated right before Sid's eyes, as well as Phil's mouth gaping open wide and his extremities trembling.
"S-Siiiid, I can see the end of the universe, andd it's all distant memories. Look," he pointed to what was a desk lamp in real life. "There's Mario with the '92 Stanley Cup! Oh, Mario,thank you soo much! If it wasn't for you, I would still be on the Leafs!" He reached out to Crosby. Crosby couldn't help but join in the fun by grabbing onto Phil's palm, pretending to be Mario.
"Phil, I am too proud of your accomplishments. So proud, that I will let you join in the fun, and let you hoist the '92 cup!"
"Oh, my, Gawwwwwwd! I looove it!"Crosby couldn't help but snicker at Phil running around his office, hoisting an invisible Stanley Cup, high as the Empire State Building.
As we know, drug trips cannot be all optimistic. There has to be some sort of horror moment.
Phil paused in the middle of the "ice".
"Oh, Mario, what did I do?"Sid played along. "You have been a veerrry baad Penguins Player. I have just heard from Lord Stanley that you have eaten a drug laced version of your favorite food. You are not worthy of this." He took the cup right out of his hands. Phil got on his knees, facing a now massively grown, god-like Lemieux.
"Why?! Why couldn't I just have obeyed my friend and just not have eaten any of the hot dogs at all?!""Exactly." godly Lemieux replied. Phil could already feel the trip coming to an end, the Mario fading into the could see it as well, with Phils pupils returning to their non-dilated selves.
"*Gasp* Sid, I will never, EVER, ignore or disobey you, AGAIN."

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