The night we (John, Greg, Lillian, Dave, and Lawrence) returned from Otakon, we found ourselves hungry late at night from a long trip. So we parked behind Class of '22 Hall and went to Hot Truck. And while eating, we all had a synchronous vision. Before us was the land of CJAS, and we were eating not just ordinary Hot Truck, but Anime Hot Truck. Even though the combinations may taste worse, it was a great deal cooler because of the famous anime programs and characters involved. John was starting in on his Ayanami Rei, which will only taste good if Gendo orders Bob to make it taste good. Dave took a tearful chomp into his Grave of the Fireflies sandwich: it tastes like fruit-drops, is made with rocks and mud, and has painful memories in every bite. I was having trouble finishing my Angel's Egg because it just went on forever, with nothing but plain bread, boring lettuce, and the occasional dark shadow where an anchovy once had been. Lawrence had no trouble with the Kasuga Kyosuke, because it teleported directly into his stomach. But of course, it time-traveled as well, so he won't get the satisfaction from eating it until three years from now. Lillian happily chewed away at her Porco Rosso, a hefty pork and ham sandwich with red peppers and red sauce. Afterwards, we perused the menu and found these other delightful sandwiches:

Dilandau: A comely sandwich, but oh no! There's a long gash down the side where the liquid heat is oozing out, so you say: "Oh my sandwich, my beautiful sandwich!"

The Dubbed: Velveeta and Spam with dehydrated onions served on a rice cake.

Arctic: It takes six months and they STILL get something wrong.

Bastard: The special sauce dissolves your clothes.

Nausicaä: A sporulent delight with pillbugs, beetles, and mushrooms on moldy bread -- just don't breathe the fumes.

Zaku: It just has one big red meatball in the middle.

Tamagotchi: If you don't feed, pet, and talk to Bob for a week before he makes this sandwich, it'll have halfway-to-hatched eggs in it.

Nuku Nuku: When the Hot Truck accidentally ran down one of the neighborhood cats, Bob transplanted its brain into this sandwich. Sounds bad but it isn't, because the sandwich will be your best friend and protect you from your evil mom.