Andar watches as the women seems to be able to send the men and women who wanted to sign up for the competion flying like a fly swatter on flies.  Assuradly if the womens fortunes ever ran out she would make for a rather impressive bouncer.  Andar followed her closely behind, hoping none of the scowls that would assuradly be aimed at Dame did not fall upon himself as well.  Making his way with her to the registration dsk, he steps forward once the way is cleared. He clears his throat before addressng the person behind the registration desk.  "Why hello there and greetings.  I have come to sign up for the eating contest the most..."  Andar suddenly becomes mindful of whom his employer is here.  "The duke, and wish to registar as Dame Belevevants champion"