On his way home, Armstrong finds William waiting for him. He thinks to himself, "Luck is on my side. He came to me himself!"
Armstrong asks, "Where's that big guy?"
William laughs, "What, are you eager to get beaten by him again?"
Armstrong replies, "No, I just wanted a good meal that will last me at least two weeks."
Confused, William asks, "What are you babbling about?"
Armstrong starts punching William until he loses consciousness.
William wakes up, terrified, thinking he's dreaming, only to find himself in a strange room with his mouth taped shut. In front of him stands Armstrong, holding a hammer.
This room is the third room in Armstrong's house.
Armstrong says, "Looks like you're awake. You're unlucky—you met the old man instead of the boy. What rotten luck."
William, trembling in fear, wets himself as Armstrong approaches with the hammer.
Armstrong strikes William's head with the hammer repeatedly, turning it into mush.
"Alright, this should last me a week. Maybe I should've kept his head intact, but no harm done. It'll be like soup with the meat."
Armstrong takes a large butcher's knife from the table in the room and begins cutting up William's body. He cleans up the blood and mess, then stores the meat in the fridge.