"Master of Disaster is right... a master of making a disaster of yourself. Last time we tried this, you ended up with double the amount of barbecue sauce on your shirt, compared to the number of ribs you actually ate!" Jim laughed loudly as he looked to the sole hold out to the contest. "Rex, you in? Or are you afraid your wife will put you to shame?" He smirked as he looked to the ribs on his plate, getting ready to start as well.