The fisherman handed the bowl and rice and fish to Felix. Felix heard his stomach growl loudly. He would no longer starve himself. He began devouring the well-cooked white rice and grilled fish. He burped loudly as he cleaned the plate. " You liked that meal didn't you?" asked the fisherman. Felix didn't answer. " What do you f.u.c.k.i.n.g think?" " I didn't hate it." " It was f.u.c.k.i.n.g delicious!" The fisherman smiled. " I am glad you enjoyed it." " It will be your last." " I laced poison on the rice. Felix great angry. He stood up from his chair, grabbing the fisherman by hus throat. " Where the f.u.c.k is the antidote?!" The fisherman didn't answer. " "Tell me you old asshole!" The fisherman didn't answer. Felix suddenly drove his hand through the fisherman's chest ripping out his heart, tossing it on the ground. Felix began scavenging for the antidote. He found nothing. He tossed the table to the side, cracking the fisherman's family photo. He picked up the family photo turning it around, finding the small bottle of the bright green antidote. He popped open the bottle guzzling it down, feeling a sigh of relief. " Stupid old man." "And to think was going to let you live." Felix walked out of the house picking up bandages he acquired from inside the fisherman's house.