Autor shushes the dog, and tosses him one last piece of chicken before locating a frying pan. He spends a few seconds figuring out the oven--it's similar enough to the one in the bar--and starts frying up the meat. Cooking the meal only takes a few minutes, and he's soon dishing up most of the chicken for Buster--and reserving a little for himself as well.

He places the dog's plate on the floor, and carts his to the table--which is covered in mail and Wilford's coat. Autor sets his plate down on the table and stacks the letters, leaving them in a neat pile. Then he starts to eat.