I'm feeling a bit conflicted at the moment, cause while I did indeed suggest (by saying outright) that you guys were pussies for undertaking such stunning feats of gastrointestinal fortitude as eating three bags of (vending machine-sized) chips in 8 hours, I didn't expect you'd raise the bar this high (and low). As we type, an employee on the Wachovia rates desk is attempting to eat three cans of cat food, in thirty minutes (beginning at 11:50). If he pukes he must eat it. Cash prize at stake.
Update, 11:59AM: He's added hot sauce.
Update, 1:00PM: Finished in 30, no puking. Waiting on cash prize.