This one lit the culinary fires chez L'Emmerdeur. If I give myself a bit of latitude (and why would I not?) the act of 'eating my shoe' is easily accomplished and with some element of pleasure. I merely craft a shoe for myself, probably using parts of a chocolate torte and perhaps some chocolate fondant if I want my shoe to be more realistic, with some licorice laces.
If I think my friends on the livestream will insist that it be a shoe that I've worn, then I'd make some moccasins out of jerky. That would entail a whole song and dance--walking on camera, showing the shoes coming off my feet and onto the kitchen counter to meet their doom, probably in a soup.
Of course the feculent twerp in question is at least posing as somebody suffering significant delusions, so he needn't pretend to consider honoring his pledge.
