Gregory stood by his kitchen table, saliva dripping from his mouth, as he looked down at all the tempting food. He eyed the table as if it were a fine-looking woman dancing delightfully.
Bowls of bread, layers of sliced fish, mountains of delicious pies, large barrels of strong ale, heaps of steaming potatoes, basins of thick melting chocolate and great cooked birds were placed on the oak table.
Gregory, without any other thought except for what was laid on the table, grabbed for everything. He ripped the meat of the bird's legs and shredded the fish's flesh with his teeth. He swallowed the potatoes whole and when the sensation of the boiling potatoes reached his throat he cooled it down by pouring the ale down his large gullet.
He grabbed the melting chocolate as if it was solid and nearly smeared it all over himself as he threw the sweet chocolate into his mouth. He swallowed the mountain of food and without even stopping to catch his breath, he grabbed a handful of pie.
He carried on, making his way through the food, throwing empty bowls and plates to the floor.
Gregory's maid came through the door and was shocked as she saw her hard work scoffed down her master's visitors' throat. She had learned to keep her mouth shut but she knew he was going to choke.
"Mr Sir, you stop eating now. You hurt yourself!" she called, her English not as perfect as she wished.
Gregory ignored her with a flick of his wrist and carried on with swallowing the last of the barrel of ale.
"No! You hurt yourself!" she called again, stepping back from the monster of a man.
Gregory let out a gigantic burp and laughed boyishly at the sound. He reached out for the cooked peacock but before he could make a grasp for it, a painful sensation shot at his heart. The feeling as if everything had stopped, his sight became blurred as he heart strained inside his chest. His heart felt as if it was trying to escape out through his throat.
His maid screamed, running from the room.
Gregory laid on the kitchen floor, his face covered in what was his midnight feast. Gregory's eyes inertly gawked up at the ceiling.
