"But those are large eggs. Do you know how much a hundred of them weigh? Over fifteen pounds!"
"I don't care how much they weigh. I'm still hungry."
"Do you mind if we weigh you?"
"So long as you don't stop givin' me eggs, okay."
They brought out a scale and Ollie stepped on it. He weighed one hundred and thirty-nine pounds, on the nose.
Then he started eating eggs again. At the end of his second hundred, they weighed him once more. Ollie weighed one hundred thirty-eight and three-quarters.
The judges stared at each other and then at Ollie. For a moment the entire audience sat in awed silence, as if watching a miracle. Then the mood of awe passed.
One of the judges said wisely, "He palms them and slips them to a confederate."
"Out here on the stage?" demanded another judge. "Where's his confederate? Besides, you can see for yourself that he eats them. You can watch them going down his throat."
"But that's impossible. If they really went down his throat, he'd gain weight."