"You ... ate ... them? Ate—? No. You didn't. Not all of them. You couldn't have done that, Mr. Coxe. Please tell me that you could not have done that."
"I had to give a lot of them away, and everybody said they were delicious. And really.... Uh, Mr.—? Mr., uh...."
The little man got unsteadily to his feet. His face was ashen. "This is horrible, horrible." He stumbled to the door. "You are a fiend. All our work ... all our plans ... and you, you...." He turned to Coxe. "I hate you. Oh, I hate you."
"Now, see here."
"... Mr. Coxe, you'll never realize the enormity of your crime. You've eaten all of us!" With that, he slammed the door and was gone.
Coxe went back to the other room.
"Who was it, honey?"
"Ah, some nut. Seems he had first claim on the refrigerator."
"I'll bet it was about the fish eggs."
"Yeah, he wanted them."