Trask is on High Street in Fremantle, taking a leisurely walk when accosted by 30-40 reporters.

"Where are you going?" they ask.

"I'm here to get a hotdog."

He leads the procession past the statue of John Curtin in front of the newly renovated town hall and the new Fremantle library.

"Beautiful around here, isn't it?"

He leads them around the corner, where they find themselves standing before Varsity Burgers, an American bar franchise. Trask leads them in, straight up to the counter. A metrosexual American boxer is being beaten to death by a heavily tattooed Russian man twice his size on 28 televisions strewn across the room.

"Hello there," Trask says to the bartender. "I would like to order a pint of Swan Draught and a hotdog."

The bartender looks at the former Education Minister with a tear in his eye.

"The hotdogs were removed from the menu," he says, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm sorry sir."

Trask's expression drops. He turns around and begins walking back to High Street without saying a word. When he reaches the grassy slope before the new library he takes a seat, facing towards the trailing reporters.

"What happened to this country?" he asks, his tone laced with contempt. "We used to offer Australians a fair deal. You could go into any pub or bar or American themed restaurant of your choice and order a selection of lovely delicacies, greatest of which is the American hotdog. You could work a single job and support a family and buy hotdogs on the weekend. You could join a union and bargain for better wages and conditions so all your kids could just have a nice fucking hotdog for dinner once a month maybe. You could go out with your mates for beers and say "fuck it I want a hotdog" and be able to find one. And they weren't these shitty fucking hotdogs with names like "Notorious Pig" covered in avocado and fucking miso. They were good normal hotdogs with mustard and tomato sauce and maybe a little bit of relish if that's what you like. Now what do we get? Fucking disgusting subsidised burnt Bunnings "sausages" put between the folds of a rancid stale piece of white bread. Now you cant even go to an American bar franchise and get a fucking hotdog. What have we done to ourselves? What are we doing to our country?"

He gets up and storms off in the direction of Subway to buy a SubDog.