Al practically screamed when he saw the massive pile of fettuccine alfredo in a large bowl, while Ed's stomach grumbled in anticipation. Al was afraid that the server would spill some of it due to the massive amount that was piled on.
"Are you sure this isn't too much for you, brother?" Al asked timidly, though he pretty much knew Ed's answer. Ed's stomach growled louder, almost as if to answer Al, and Ed said, "Don't worry, I won't go too far this time." At that, Al just sat back, resigned, and proceeded to watch the show.
Ed, on the other hand, grabbed a fork, and began shoveling pasta into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could, immediately creating a mess of alfredo sauce on his face. He ate for quite a while, undeterred, and after about ten minutes, his stomach was filled, but he was nowhere near finished.
Another ten minutes later, his stomach began protruding outwards, though it was still hiding underneath his shirt. Al had to look carefully to notice that his brother's belly was indeed quite distended.
It took less than five minutes for Ed's stomach to become clearly noticeable under his shirt. By this time, he was actually not too far from finishing the dish, and there was only a slightly more than a normal serving.
"He might be able to do this." Al thought as Ed was still digging in with quite a bit of gusto. Just under ten minutes later, and Ed was finished with the massive bowl, his stomach barely being held in by his shirt, which stretched taut over the appendage. He belched loudly, then raised his arms, yelling, "Yeah, that was a piece of cake!" Then he felt a pang in his stomach. "Maybe I shouldn't be talking about cake." he said to himself, causing Al and some spectators to chuckle a bit.
Ed then turned to Al, and he said, "See, it was no problem!" but Al still looked worried. "What's the problem?" Ed questioned, before Al said, "That was just the one of the dishes."
At that, Ed's heart sank, but then he quickly recovered, saying, "OK, so there's more than one dish, how hard could it be?" Soon enough, Ed saw just how bad it could be, as the poor waiter was coming back, struggling to carry in the next course, which was...
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