Falco came in last and didn’t sit down. Instead, he climbed up onto the table and lay across Fox, licking the back of his ears. “I really don’t want to do this to you, buddy. But…you just taste too good. It really hurts me to do this to you, but I have no choice. It’s either you or me, buddy. And I want to help you, I think I got ‘em fooled with my enthusiasm, but if you escape now, they’ll know I had a hand in it. That’s why I want you to start struggling hard and take me hostage when you get up.” Falco said, loosening the ropes around Fox’s wrist.


Fox’s eyes lightened up in delight when he heard Falco saying he was going to help him and he would have kissed the bird if he could. “I love you Foxy, I’m not about to let these freaks devour you.” He then got up and sat on the stool.


The others came in at his call and surrounded Fox, all licking their lips at him. Fox whimpered and started to struggle hard, especially when they lifted the tray and started to carry Fox to the oven. Falco purposefully pretended he was losing his grip due to Fox’s struggles, secretly removing the bananas and carrots from Fox’s rump while they weren’t looking, and dropped the vulpine on top of him. Fox broke free from his rope and quickly untied the ropes around his legs, grabbing a knife from the table and holding it to Falco’s neck as he lifted him up in front of him. He spit the apple towards Slippy and growled. “None of you take one step, or I’m gonna paint the walls by opening this can here!” he threatened pressing the blade to Falco’s neck.