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...Chickwich Challenge: Le Challenge des Chickwichs...
Eating his chickwich, Lurie stared into the face of death in a mirror above the tray conveyer belt. Discovering that no one had yet conceded defeat, he attempted to take another bite—a bite that proved disastrous. King reassured him. “There’s more room now. That was for both of us.” Minutes later, King himself felt the need to let it out. He leaned on a pillar above a trash can. “It’s not working,” he lamented. Thinking, he ran into...
...been ordered a Gardenburger and not a Boca Burger. Despite this unexpected turn of events, he remained focused on his mission. “We do it for the glory,” he proclaimed. Leverett witnessed the end of Lim, who conceded defeat after his eighth chickwich. “The chickwich doesn’t really taste like anything. It just tastes like texture,” Lim observed. “I feel so sick it’s not even funny. Holy shit, man. This is the stupidest thing I’ve done since...
...adoring public. He struggled to stifle what would be a third bout of vomiting (the first two being in Dunster and Mather) and managed to succeed. “I’m all about control,” he boasted. Finally, at Adams, Lehe wrestled through his final chickwich amidst a crowd of onlookers, after which he promptly vomited in a nearby trash can. Always a gentleman, he profusely apologized. “Gross. I’m sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to do that in front of everybody,” he groaned...
After a long, tumultuous run, the chickwiches were eaten and a man was made. In addition to his manhood, Lehe was awarded a 40 oz. Coors Light and a gift bag of stomach medication. Lassiter, having pulled a strong second, was awarded a 40 oz., as well. More than just a contest, the Chickwich Challenge was a war of one—a battle against one’s own body, mind and good sense. However, for Lehe, the significance of the event extended far beyond petty material rewards. “A job well done is its own reward...