Act I: The penetrating stares. Allow me to translate.
Whitey: It's dinner time. You know, time to feed us?Ramone: For crying out loud, woman, do you need us to draw you a map? We're sitting right underneath the cat food cupboard. What the Hell is wrong with you?
Act III: Piggy caves and delivers the goods. All is quiet save for the sound of slurping and crunching. Dinner is a two-course affair chez Melly: first the wet, then the crunchies.
The beasts have been tamed. Until the morning.