—<<Dave looks he's gonna throw up>>
—<<You got this Mitch! Seventy ain't no thang!"
—<<Oh shit, Dave's catching up boys!>>
—<<Message Deleted>>
—<<Message Deleted>>
—<<Message Deleted>>
—<<Fucking spam bots>>
<<Just got in! Is this the fourth challenge or are we still on the third?>>
There was yelling, there was a hollering. And with a chorus of deafening shouts of surprises, a loud, frenetic voice broke out.
"Alright! Alright! We got a winner, peeps! Last one standing! Dave just called it quits which means Mitch over his has just won the infinite pie-eating contest at a solid sixty-nine blueberry pies! Good fuckin' number to end on dude! You did it, Mitch! You big, bald magnificent blue-faced bastard!"
Tyler tossed his phone over to Billy, who too was blue and sticky around the lips, carrying a swelling gut that hung over his skinny jeans.
So, this was the other thing I was working on in-between Mc's plight.
Hope you had enjoyed it!