Dinner is just too tempting

The boar replies with a goofy grin, showing off those mismatched teeth. "Good, Missus be real happy to have company." There's no reason to refuse the Pigman's offer, this Big Daddy person will just have to wait. After surviving the plane-crash, you feel a slight reprieve from walking is well deserved. Gus eventually leads you to a modest cottage, built from the same natural resources as the others. Despite their short, pudgy fingers, the beasts seem to make decent enough houses.

Gus pushes open the thatched door before calling through the house, "Missus, Gus home!" The response is a high pitched squeal of joy, sharp enough to make your hair stand on end. Suddenly a huge figure charges into the room, a bright smile on her piggy face. Clad in a simple brown dress, Missus Gus seems to be of a similar build as her husband, except for the juicy curves of a woman. And juicy is right, she almost makes Abbey Finch look small by comparison. Her piggish face is less beastly than her husband's, while she isn't what you would call attractive, she isn't hideous either. "Gus bring lady for Big Daddy, smell good." As if to test his claim, his wife sniffs at you excitedly, before nodding in agreement.

"So good to have guest, make big dinner," His wife squeals, her high voice almost comical, though you manage not to laugh. True to her boasts, the sow heads back into what you assume is the kitchen to work on the feast. Before long, the house is filled with the mouthwatering scents of piggy cuisine. For just a moment, you find yourself wondering again if pigmen eat human meat. But your thoughts are interrupted by your host, as Gus grabs you by the hand and leads you a large wooden table, piled high with an assortment of delicious goods. All manner of succulent morsels cover the dishes, fortunately human is not among them. Neither is pork, though that makes sense, these creatures are too polite to be cannibals. "Dinner served," The pigwife announces, setting another well stocked platter among the rest.

Taking a seat at the food-laden table, you greedily dig in much more ravenously than you would usually eat. Your hosts make no notice, as their manners are worse than your own. Though on occasion, they stop long enough to exchange sly glances at each other, as if sharing some unspoken secret. Surely they mean nothing by it, they might just be happy to have a guest to help eat all of this. Then again, treachery could be afoot. But could sweet, stupid Gus really be that sneaky?