A lean wolf-dog walked into an oddly familiar diner, plopping down in front of the bar. He scanned the menu for a moment, before one of the waiters approached him.

"See anything you like?"

The wolf-dog chuckled a bit.

"Honestly dude, yer menus kinda weak. I may not look it, but I've got a large appetite. Doesn't look to me like y'all have anything even remotely filling."

"You wanna bet?" came another voice. "Fine. Smell this?"

One of the chefs came over and held up a massive burger in front of the pup, a few flies buzzing hungrily around it.

"It's our new Quadruple Stacked Big Ass Burger. 4 slabs of juicy beef slathered in various sauces, even thicker slabs of cheese and onions, with more calories than someone like you could ever count. If you can swallow it whole without barfing it back up, your entire meal's on me."

The mutt pushed up his goggles, which never seemed to hold against his forehead, and stared at the grease soaked burger. The smell emanating it was a bit overpowering, so much that he had to waft off the fumes for a second or so, before giving a little smirk to the chef.

"Bring it."

Welp... considering the way things turned out, who do you think came out the true victor?