"Really?!" he asked, clearly thinking that was ridiculous. "Now. As I told you before, your boys are in another building, about a twenty minute drive from here. I'm going to go visit them once a week to bring them food. You behave, and you can help me cook for them, choose what they get. Every single fucking time you deny- no. No, every time you disobey me, I am taking food away from that weekly meal. You behave, it'll be enough for a week, you don't, your boys are going to get mighty hungry."