No one breaks from the gate like Summerland Stew. He starts at the front and he ends at the front; eight servings in eight people, and next up is the Fat guy, Taylor.
"I'm sorry Taylor, but he'll never be eaten again. Just eat him already."
The gunshot. The waitresses serve him. Summerland Stew breaks like a dream as always, but so does Getemwhiletheyrehot. Summerland Stew pushes himself too far left, and his eater misses him by a spoon. Twelve sets of soup drops trample the floor.
"Fine."
Taylor closed her eyes trying to ignore the gunshot as it rang throughout the restaranunt.