The group picks you up by the pits and pulls you out the door to the restaurant.
"Now git!"
You scamper away towards home, confused.
One of the rednecks turns to another. "Why we lettin him go, Cletus?"
Cletus rubs his stomach, the largest of the group. "Cuz he gonna be comin' back, Lester! He gonna want summa that there chaw. All we gotta do is wait."