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

waiting

the table

your act now!"

into an ugly shade of red and green. He blurted sheepishly, "We're all friends, do you

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

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

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

had no

could he

he did not concede, he would have to eat the

the crowd and they had thousands of ways to humiliate

humble and timid was the only way out in order to dismiss the

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 get started!"

he needed to have his a*s

learn from his mistake. It was just 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 Douglas's restaurant's opening ceremony today, let's not steal

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