As you sat across from your room mate, plates piled high with food, you felt a sense of excitement and nerves buzzing within you.
The rules were simple - whoever ate the most food within an hour would be declared the winner. You had chosen a wide variety of dishes, ranging from pizza to fried chicken to mac and cheese. Your stomach grumbled in anticipation as you began the countdown to start.
For the first few minutes, you felt confident. You were keeping up with your room mate, bite for bite, and you felt like you had a good chance of winning. But as time passed, your stomach began to protest. You tried to ignore the growing discomfort, pushing yourself to eat faster and faster, but it was no use.
Your room mate, on the other hand, seemed to be thriving. They were eating at an impressive pace, barely pausing to take a breath. You watched in awe as they cleared plate after plate, seemingly unfazed by the mountain of food in front of them.
As the hour came to a close, you knew that you had lost. Your stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, and you could barely move from your seat. Your room mate, on the other hand, looked triumphant. They had eaten more than you ever thought was possible, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for their impressive feat.
They laugh as you begin to transform