Falco and Peppy left the room in agreement, Slippy sitting down in front of Fox on a stool. “Hey Fox…I know this must be scary for you, but you must have known. I mean, Krystal disappeared and we were all a little fatter for a while, and all those stories of disappearing foxes whenever we dock here. We didn’t want to do this to you, but you’re just too tasty for your own good. You were my best friend, and now I hope you’ll be my best meal, you are the most delicious looking fox I ever ate, and I’m glad Peppy referred us to you.” Slippy said, patting the confused Fox on the head as he left.


Peppy entered next and sat down on the stool Slippy had been sitting. “Fox, now that we’re going to eat you, I must confess…I know exactly how your father died…Andross was going to kill us both, and I escaped by making a deal…I offered to cook James for my freedom. Andross and I sat down together and devoured your father, and he was so delicious. I spent years wanting to eat you too, but you were much too young. And now that your meat has matured, it’s time for you to join him. Falco and Slippy, they’re fox-eaters too. They’ve wanted to devour you for years too; in fact I’ve had to stop Slippy every time you shower. And now that you know, well…I hope you understand now why we’re eating you.” Peppy said, giving Fox’s nose a lick.


Fox whimpered and started to cry, hoping Peppy would take pity on him. “Heh…James looked just like that before I cooked him. You’re tastier than him, though.” And with that, Peppy left.