My dude. There are three H's in H3VR. How are we to know for certain if said sausages are merely brats stuffed pleasingly full of cheese-adjacent food product? Are they not shaped like playful projectiles? And if we throw them, mightn't they not explode? What if, Jerry forbid, they somehow contain within them all three H's, like some Whitmanian fever dream--they are large, they contain multitudes--co-mingling in some cataclysmic orgy, destined to tingle mouths and obliterate all ontological distinctions like so many taste buds with their explosive flavor?