Unbeknownst to Harold, the local tax collector, he was knocking on the door of a house inhabited by cannibals. A woman answered the door. "I'm here to talk to a person named Stewart. He's a bit late on his tax payment." "Actually, we just moved in with him recently. He can't see you now," she replied. "Can I wait for him?" "Sure! And while you're waiting, how would you like some dinner? You look very hungry. I've made up a delicious array of meat and vegetables simmered in a thick, seasoned broth. Sort of like goulash." "This is highly inappropriate, but it does smell delicious. I'll have just a little." After finishing his meal, Harold says, "Absolutely scrumptious! Can Stewart see me now?" "I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave." "But I was here to meet Stewart." "Don't worry about meeting Stew. Go out to your car and give yourself a couple of hours. Stew will be right out!"