I’m tired of seeing people argue about who can and can’t beat goku. We should be arguing over who would beat goku in a pie eating contest
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[ PIES ] Spiced meat pies or delicate strawberry pies? Pick one and dig in at this bustling pie stall! The owners have a special challenge, if you choose to accept: any brave soul that can scarf down twenty of these delicious pies will receive a very special prize!
"Ah, Professor! Fancy seeing you here!" Byleth is an intriguing individual, for sure. He's been to a few of her lectures, being of her house, and what she lacks in experience she makes up in instinct. She's also hilarious--and it's hard to see how intentional that is, Honestly reminds him of Ike in more than a few ways. "Here to have your fill? Or maybe take the challenge?"
"If it's the latter, may I suggest a friendly competition? No pressure, of course, but 'tis the season!" Ranulf winks, flashing his canines. From what he's seen at the mess hall, he may be in for a match--so much so that he doesn't feel too bad about his plans to shift if things get dicey. "For real, Teach, it's good to see you out and about. Sometimes I worry that your face is gonna freeze in that expression!"
Ranulf playfully flicks their forehead, returning to his seat.
"Alrighty then. We'll have the challenge for two...if the good lady approves?"
The warming smell of baked goods filled the Professor's senses as Byleth walked through the stalls set up in the market place. Following the scent, she was drawn to a table stacked high with crusty pies, their pastry a beautiful crisp, golden brown colour looking inviting to bite into.
The former mercenary was not the only one there for she was greeted by Ranulf, one the students in her house. She recalled his comments in a few of her lectures . . .
"There's a challenge?" She asked curious at which point the stall holder jumped in to explain. It didn't sound too bad and Byleth was grateful she hadn't eaten yet today. "I accept then" She told Ranulf. Turning to the pie merchant, she debated which pie to attempt. Strawberry was more appealing but meat might be easier to eat multiple of especially given that she didn't really have a sweet tooth.
"I'll try the meat pie please" She requested, receiveing an overwhelming stack of 20 of them.
"3 . . . 2 . . . 1. . . GO!"
And they were off. Byleth took a bite and hummed in bliss as the warmed spiced meat filled her tastebuds. The mix of cinnamon, nutmeg with a hint of pepper giving it a strong autumnal theme despite it being Midsommer. Byleth was able to polish off the first five pies with little issue. The sixth was less enjoyable and by the tenth she began to tire of the taste.
Glancing across to Ranulf, she wondered how he was doing. The laguz student seemed to methodically working his way through his own food.
They were into the later half of the challenge now and Byleth was starting to feel a bit sick. Even with an increased appetite from training, 20 pies was too many for her.
As she finished her fifteen pie, Byleth admitted defeat. Feeling queasy, she couldn't even bring herself to pick up the next one and frankly if she never saw another pie for a month it would be a good thing.
"I'm done" She declared, pushing the rest of the remaining pies away looking green round the gills. The already consumed food rolled uncomfortably in her stomach causing it to ache. "That's enough food for me for the rest of the week I think"
Not wanting to move, Byleth watched Ranulf and his attempt at the challenge. One thing she was glad of was choosing meat pies rather than strawberry. Having said that, the idea of meat did now revolt her a bit now.
maybe she should become a vegetarian . . .
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Meet Bernard Weiselberg, a champion watermelon-eater. In 1935, the 5-year-old had defeated all other contestants under age 10 in not just a watermelon-eating contest but a pie-eating contest, too.
A year later, the 6-year-old Brooklyn boy took the pie title once again in a spectacle The NY Times found difficult to ignore. "Champion Bernard Weiselberg … Smears Rivals and Self," read one headline. "His Technique Flawless," read another. And finally: "Midget Conqueror of Big Cherry Confection Poses for His Picture Between Bites." The young champion asked The Times to call him "Wallace Beery Jr."—a sign of reverence for his favorite actor. "This whim is usually gratified because his record commands respect," The Times noted.
Photo: NY Times
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