Ravenous, and the moon isn't even full.

The werewolf crossed the street to the burger stand.

Brought home a foot-long hot dog sandwich with mayonnaise and ketchup, and had that in the kitchen with half a big bulb of white onion and two small bottles of Pepsi in a thermos filled with ice.

The white onion always stings like iodine on an open wound, but tastes as sweet as a juicy pear.