— Yeah, can I take your order?
— 15 double-cheeseburgers, please.
— 15 double-cheese to go?
— Oh, not to go. I'll eat them here.
— You're going to eat 15 double-cheeseburgers, all by your self?
— Yeah. Why, they are real big? You think 15 to many?
— Way to many.
— All right. Twelve then. Even dozen.
— Look, are you drunk or something, mister?
— Well I don't know. Can you get drunk on six beer?
— Hay fella. I've got a hundred says that you can't eat six double-cheese, as much less twelve.
— So, what you're saying is, they're really big cheeseburgers?
— My hundred says you can't eat six double-cheese.
— Well, I'm kinda hungry. Maybe you're right. Twelve is too many burgers. I'll tell you what? Make it two double-cheese, three orders of fried chicken, one BLT, two ham & Swiss on rye, chicken fried steak, Turkey club, and two bolls chilli extra onions. And one piece of each of those pies.
— One piece of each of these pies? Anything else?
— Three order onion rings. That's much more sensible lunch, than twelve double-cheeseburgers. Oh, and hold the pickles.
— 100 bucks. If you can finish all that food, in one hour. Without getting up from that counter, and without losing your lunch.
— I'm not much of a betting man.
— Two to One odds then... No, no, I'll give you Three to One. That's 300 to mine... against 100 to yours.
— Well, what the Hell. It's only money.
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— Sir, you want to drink anything with that? There's your order.
— All right. It's 13:10. On your mark... Get set...
— Wait. Ketchup, please.
