With his big white shoes, looking at him starting from the bottom presented an intimidating image till you reached the man's face and took in the sight of his clueless expression.
"No one is being turned into a pig, Cole.
Do you need something?"
The heavy man suspected that he was being left out of a conversation, his presence unwanted, but his hands moved to his exposed belly, rubbing circles around it.
"I got hungry and needed something to eat, thought I could get something to eat here,"
The strength that had been in Cole's voice when he first spoke disappeared, the tone of his latest speech now quite soft, and just as Jim opened his mouth to reply, I spoke.
"I know the things here look tasty, Cole, but trust me, there is something better in the kitchen.
Can't you perceive that smell?"
