After a long silence, Rodney finally growled through gritted teeth, "Just forget about it. Don't bother with him anymore. Let Andrew deal with him however he wants—might as well let him kill that troublemaking idiot! That cursed fool brings nothing but disaster! Of all the people he could provoke, why did he have to mess with Andrew?"

Dean said, "I didn't intervene, but Mr. Lloyd ordered him to eat the kitchen slop."

Rodney quickly responded, "Good, good, that's perfect! Make sure he eats until Andrew is satisfied. Do you hear me? If there isn't enough trash, get people to buy more from other places—I'll cover the costs!"

Dean chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Sanford. I'll make sure he's well-fed."

…

"Dr. Lloyd, do you think Hugh can actually swallow that kitchen slop?" Lauren asked playfully.

Her eyes glimmered with amusement, as their shopping trip had turned out to be more entertaining than expected.

Andrew placed their shopping bags in the back of his G-Wagon and said with