The Duke grinned a very evil grin as he looked down his plate. His most hated enemies, all ready to be eaten by him.<br/><br/><br/>"Ah, victory is truly the greatest of tastes." The Duke mused, as he looked at his meals. "Now then, Chanticleer. I find it only fair to tell you that your dear friend Edmond has already joined me for dinner." The Duke said, patting his belly, as it still squirmed from Edmond's struggles.<br/><br/>Patou's eyes went wide, then narrowed in furious anger. "You didn't...! You lousy bird, I'll tear you apart!" the Basset Hound angrily exclaimed, but did not have the strength to pick himself up.<br/><br/>"Hoho, yes yes, very tragic. Now then, to make the pain all the worse, I will start eating your friends, one by one. A very good revenge, don't you think? Ah, let me start with the usual diet." The Duke said, as he picked Peepers off the plate.