The Challenge Continues! continued...

This time around, however, something interesting happened. About 15 minutes into the competition, on Adrian's third glass, he began to shake. The milk was too cold and drinking so much was freezing him from the inside out. By the time that glass was finished Adrian had visible trouble pouring his chocolate milk his hands were shaking so badly. About half-way through that glass he couldn't pick up the glass anymore. He had to wait. When he did thaw enough to take sips he had to put his hands back under his armpits afterwards to warm them up. This slowed him down greatly in which time Adam caught up and began to surpass him. Pretty soon, however, almost reaching the two litre mark, Adrian began to show signs of illness. He became very silent, paused for long periods, and stared into the distance. Like a true chocolate milk challenger, when the feelings of great illness subsided, he took a few more sips…then went very still and silent.

Suddenly he jumped up, so very quick for someone who had been so still, and ran for the nearest kitchen exit. Quickly in the hall he turned left and ran a few meters to open the bathroom door. It didn't open up. Looking up Adrian saw that it was the caretaker's closet. Clint burst open the kitchen door right after he saw Adrian turn left.

"No! Not that way! There's one over here!"

Adrian turned around and fled the next 5 meters to the real bathroom door. Andrew, our hero from last year who had come down to the floor to watch, had foreseen this and gone out to open the bathroom door for Adrian. By the time Adrian arrived at the real bathroom door (too late) Andrew was perfectly positioned to have to LEAP out of the way as Adrian, in Andrew's words,

Adrian ran through that mess in his socks to make it to the toilet where he remained for a few moments bringing the rest of it up. He felt much better after it was done.

Of course, all of us had only seen Adrian run out the door and didn't know these details…though we could imagine. Clint burst back in through the kitchen door after Adrian had entered the bathroom. He was laughing a little kid laugh, "Ohhh, he totally puuuked." Everyone laughed in a feeling sorry kind of way. But that was the game and those were the rules. When human beings engage in behaviour this mindless - their misfortune becomes very humorous.

Later, Clint would bring the mop into the bathroom and hand it over to Adrian…making it clear whose mess it was and who had to clean it up. Clint: yet another fine choice for floor role-model and Resident Assistant. So Adrian, reluctantly, in his barf soaked socks, mopped up the floor. It took 45 minutes to clean up the mess. While Adam was still going I went to check on my friend. I went in the door on the opposite side of the bathroom to avoid the mess near the door. To my surprise, when I opened the door I saw that the puke had made it all the way across from the one door to the other - about 2.5 metres!! It was unbelievable. If there had been a puking distance challenge Adrian would have won. And the smell was unbearable. While the odour of vomit smell is bad enough, there is something about chocolate milk curdled in stomach acid that is, perhaps, the most hideous smell in the world. I couldn't go in to see if my friend was ok. And so I returned to the kitchen to watch Adam.

Next! A new record!