Zimbo about made himself hurl from overeating far beyond what the word stuffed can describe, but he had managed to pull off a mini miracle of his own at table three in Tom's.
Even ol' Tom shed a tear as Sal hung a picture of Zimbo's ugly little mug up on the wall right next to Bel's. Poor guy probably would not want to eat for a week, but he pushed through, motivated by sheer willpower and perhaps love for Bel, and Sal's grilled perfection.
Half the bar cheered him on as he struggled with the last five bites, while the other half cursed themselves for not being able to accomplish the same, causing them to have to cough up a significant portion of their hard-earned credits to pay their tab.
The last thing anyone on the force wanted to do was owe Tom's credits as Tom charged heavy interest rates on open tabs and could always send his business partner Administrator Zeph Demonbane to collect.