"Do you think you could ever be an olympian?" Smush asked as the pals trudged down the snowy trail one evening.
"No doubt," Mogey replied.
"Really? How would you do it?"
"What about bobsleigh? That's a sport where my most elite talent - my ability to make any object on which I am sitting even more subject to the laws of gravity - would be put to good use."
"No, no, no, Mogey," said Smush. "I wasn't speaking of the Olympic Games, I was talking about the food challenge down at Nick Argyros' ARRGH! Gyros!, the gyros so good they'll make you say ARRGH!"
"Oh?" Mogey responded, intrigued. "And what must one achieve to become an olympian at Nick Argyros' ARRGH! Gyros!, the gyros so good they'll make you say ARRGH!?"
"Consume three large gyros and three orders of lamb fries in twelve minutes without saying 'ARRGH.'"
"Well, it'll take some restraint," said Mogey, "especially the twelve minutes part, but I think I can do it. Especially if Nick lets me have a quick snack beforehand. Heck, all olympians have to make sacrifices, right? Let's go for it!"
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