A hefty wager

"Well, after asking for a ton of food, you don't seem to be getting very far. How about... if you can finish that pile of food, using any method available? If you do it, I'll be your slave for life. If you can't, I chop you down to 5 wishes. Deal?"

"Hey, I said I'd only wager 25, what is this?"

"OK, fine, 25 wishes on the line... or how about 25 wishes left over?

You ponder the question for a while, before begrudgingly agreeing. Hey, it'd still be more than enough for a long while.

"OK, you can get started now." She beckons to the food. You were stuffed after one steak, it'd take you decades to finish all that food. What do you do?

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