"Hank! Hank! I forgot to tell you! I accidentally grilled this steak with charcoal!" Dale admitted guiltily.
"What?!" Hank asked, surprised.
"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" Dale begged for his life.
"Heh this is...better than propane...I tell ya what."
"Wait, what did you say, Hank?"
"My God, this is better than propane! My entire life has been a lie..."
Later
"Peggeh, what did you make this dinner with? It tastes horrible," Hank asked.
"Propane..." his wife replied.
"Not enough charcoal. Ya gotta remake dinner, with charcoal this time."
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Speakin of which. I think I'll quit my job at Strickland and start sellin charcoal and charcoal accessories I tell ya what."
Strickland Propane, the next day
"Mr. Strickland. I have somethin to say to you..." Hank started.
"What is it, Hank?"
"I quit," he said.
"No! You can't quit! You're the only one who's bringin in money for me!"
"Well I do got an idea..." Hank pulled out a gun and shot Mr. Strickland, killing him. Hank then became the owner of Strickland Propane and renamed it to Hill Charcoal.
Hank got a phone call. "Hill Charcoal, taste the heat not the meat, can I help ya?"
"Didn't you used to sell propane?" the person asked.
"Not anymore."
"But I need propane, you son of a bitch! Without propane, I can't kill people the way I like!"
"Well sorry about that. Why don't ya go to the Mega-Lo Mart?"
"I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE HANK HILL, YOU REMEMBER THAT!"
"Shut the hell up," Hank said before hanging up the phone.