The butcher should find himself a woman instead of wrestling with his sides of beef, he thought. Goddamn! Was the butcher strong! That hit to his head would've made most men fall to the floor, either in pain or unconscious, Angus thought. But he didn't say anything to the butcher as he left. He knew when he lucked out and didn't get badly damaged. If he didn't change the tilt of his head, Angus thought he would've had a really bad broken nose.

He would do to find weaker men to irritate in the future, he noted. Meanwhile, he wanted to eat. Unfortunately, during the fight, everything on the table was now on the floor. Angus found the piece of fish and picked it up. He put it on the table, since the plate had been broken. He also lamented the mug of ale, which he could use now for his aching head. He found the knife and fork and like if nothing happened, he started eating the fish.

As he ate, he noticed the owner of the place eying him. He didn't look happy. So he ate quickly and after he was finished, he went to the bathroom. He was hoping to find an exit, but there wasn't any. So he waited and tried to figure out how he was going to get outta here. He looked at the window and thought he might be able to climb out of it. So what if he didn't pay his bill, he wasn't thinking of setting foot in the place again anyway. Not after the butcher. So he climbed up on the toilet and squeezed through the window. It took a while, but he was able to leave the bathroom. He could imagine the stupid proprietor waiting outside the bathroom for him to step out. Shit! he thought, he forgot to unlock the door. Oh well, good bye Rooster.