Lloyd: Mister? I'm awful hungry.
Flagg: Of course you are. A little rat meat and a bite or two of raw, human calf muscle ain't enough to sustain a fellow like you.
Lloyd: No, it's not enough.
Flagg: Hell, I'm a bit peckish myself, and it's barely an hour since I finished lunch. Rare roast beef sandwich on Vienna bread smothered in onions and Golden spicy brown, home fries on the side. A little chocolate milk to wash it down. Oh, my. I'm torturing you, ain't I? Tell you what. How about I let you out of here, and we go find something to eat. I don't believe I introduced myself. Name's Flagg, two Gs. Pleased to meet ya.