Noticing that Edison was restless as an ant on a hot pan, Mike started to shovel dog s**t on the road with a pair of tongs. More and more poos were threw back into the basket on his back.
Edison was in a fit of anger so he walked briskly towards him to snatch the tongs away from Mike. Using the tongs Edison picked up a dog s**t and threw it back to the basket. The next minute he was staring, “Why don’t you get more of these? I’ll make you eat each one of them!”
“Hey, man, what are you doing? You are the one who accepted the bet. I won’t ask you to eat them all if you beg me for mercy. We’re friends, right?”
“Thanks your kindness. I don’t think that I will need your mercy. Collect as much as you can. One of us will eat them, and it must be you.”
“That must be you. Do not open your mouth
