At this moment, Clinton felt like he wanted to die right there and then! 2

D*mn it!

What was going on!

He couldn't catch a break, could he?

How did he get repeatedly humiliated by Charlie the loser? 1

Never did he expect that the painting would turn out to be authentic and worth two hundred thousand dollars!

He had already given his word, what should he do now? Did he really have to eat the table? 3

That was absolutely impossible!

He could buy a new car after his car perished in the fire, but how could he eat a table? 3

He would really die if he did!

him, "Hey, Clinton, you said it yourself that you will eat the table if you lose. Do you want to break your

Everyone is still waiting for

on the table hard. "Hey,

your act now!"

and green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all friends, do you guys really have to kick me when I'm already down?"

just urging you to fulfill your promise, so why do you sound

he couldn't be easily spared this time, so he suppressed his anger and mumbled in a timid voice, "I'm sorry, I was being impulsive and agitated. Charlie, I'm sorry for looking down upon you. Guys, I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

to listen to Clinton's sudden change of tone. Was he really the

Clinton had no

else could he

not concede, he would have

and

being humble and timid was the only way out in

Tucker to apologize. Besides, you can't really force him to eat the table, can you? Let's forget about it, shall we?" 2 "Yes, he's right! Forget about the table, we're still waiting for our lunch! Let's

eat the table, but he needed to have his a*s kicked for being so cocky and pompous. His goal had been achieved now

the beginning, something more miserable and devastating was waiting for him later. 1 Hence, Charlie started, "Since Clinton has apologized, I'll forget about the table-eating bet. It is

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