His protruding gut looked like it was filled with not one, but TWO meatball sandwiches and a lemonade
Pappas could could handle those meatballs sandwiches and have zero gut distention. Afterwards, he could even go swimming at the bottom the FBI pool, blindfolded.
Pappas didn’t give a fuck. He beat up Harp.
Pappas ruined the DEA undercover operation on the rival surfers. Dietz was acting all tough, but Pappas was like: “nice tattoo’s Dietz”
Charles Clairmonte lucked out too. That could’ve ended terribly. He was fortunate.
Pappas could ran faster than any human being... ever.