"Can you prove yourself? Really?" the blonde operative asked her friend.
"You know I'm hardcore," the friend replied.
"How hardcore?"
Before Rachel knew it, her brunette friend had grabbed a head of broccolli off the salad bar. She bit down on it hard. She grabbed another, and soon she had eaten eight, then ten, then fifteen. The supreme leader expected her friend to pass out. But she stood her ground.
"Told you I was hardcore."