You go for his head. It easily fits in your mouth. You shake it. Something snaps quicker than you think. His body jerks and goes limp. You want to ask for money again but its too late. You almost feel guilty but you realize food has to come from somewhere. This is Park Avenue but you can’t help yourself.

You eat him right then and there.

You drag his body somewhere.

You befriend the pure breed and offer it part of its owner.