BD: (Voice cracking with excitement) AND THEN THERE WERE TWO! FROM THE GARDEN STATE, A MAN WHOSE STOMACH KNOWS NO FEAR, ED "BLAQMOON" GENOVESE! VERSUS THE MILE HIGH MAULER, THE DENVER NUGGET HIMSELF, JEDIHERO! THIS IS IT, FOLKS! FOR THE NUMBER ONE PICK! FOR CLYDE "THE GLIDE" DREXLER! FOR ALL THE ANTACID TABLETS IN THE WORLD!
(Ed and Jedihero stare each other down. They both look utterly wrecked, pale, sweaty, but a fire of competition burns in their eyes. Mountains of discarded wrappers surround them.)
BD: Gentlemen! You are the pinnacle of processed pork consumption! The titans of the table! One final question before you potentially embark on your final hot dog journey of the day! Ed, if you win this, what’s the first thing you’re gonna tell your cousin Tony at the deli?
Ed: (Voice raspy, but a smirk plays on his lips) I’m gonna tell him… his meatballs ain’t got NOTHIN’ on my hot dog game! And then I’m gonna tell him to prepare a bed for me… in the walk-in freezer… for about a week.
BD: And Jedihero! If you bring home the number one pick for Denver, what’s more satisfying: conquering this mountain of meat, or knowing you out-ate a guy named "The Gullet"?
Jedi: (Manages a weak grin) Both, BD. Both would be… a Rocky Mountain High. But right now… just finishing… would be a miracle. This bear… is about full.
