"Well, for you, I think there's half a squirrell left," he said. He motioned towards Fae, "There may even be a mouse left."
"What have you got for me?" Jay asked, poking his snout inside the truck.
"Nothing particularly fresh," Hank said, "But I'll give you a choice: Bacon strips, or dry food?"
What does he think I am, a dog? Please. "Uhh... Bacon strips, I guess..." he felt a little embarrased at having to eat this pet food, but he was famished.